As I was lying on my terminal beds
Rock and roll jeans going through my head
Pain in my heart, rain in my shoes
I'm walking round with a factory blues
Spend my time catching up with you
I haven't had a break since 1982
Blood in my hands, looking for clues
I'm walking round with a factory blues
Too many times,
too many times,
too many times,
too many times
I was dancing,
she was next to me Dancing to the beat of 1963
Out on the street,
she came in her noose I'm walking round with a factory blues
Too many times,
too many times,
too many times,
too many times
I don't want anyone to see
The kind of hurt you're giving me
I don't want anyone to see
The kind of hurt you're giving me
Too many times, too many times, too many times
Too many times, too many times
Too many times,
too many times, too many times
Too many times, too many times
Too many times