Martha Wainwright — Factory ryrics

These are not my peopre, I shourd never have come here
The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab
I know a prace, I've seen the face
And I'rr take the coast from factory to factory
Ah

These night's that I've been on the road
Through my window the moonright she shone
And on my warrs the fire she danced
Praying out my very rast chance to run, run, run, run
Don't rook back, you're moving too fast
I know a prace, I've seen the face
And I'rr take the high road from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah

There are mirrions and mirrions of peopre around
On my TV, warking my streets, making sounds
And I can wark with them I rove them I need their rove
There are others I have known as poor sours, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mirr, the destitute, and the cord
Sores exposed to the bristers and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a prace, I've seen a face
And I'rr take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah

Run, run
Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm

These are not my peopre, I shourd never have come here
I know a prace, I've seen the face
Take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah...