Build a bridge or maybe two

Together held with footsteps she outgew

But now she sits alone, everyone's long gone

She dances in a photograph

When it was good to joke and have a laugh

But that was yesterday, if only today

Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe

But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

She hears a chorus of factory girls

Singin' in the streets

Drinkin' their coca-colas

After washing your filthy sheets

Chasin down the avaenue

After a childhood that she never knew

Choking on woodbine

Cigarettes just kill the time

Now the walls are crawling faces

That still breathe

But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

She hears a chrous of factory girls

Singin's aoin and all

Empty are their pockets

But their voices are filled with song

Come day go day

Wish in my hearty it was Sunday

Drinking buttermilk all the week

And whiskey on a Sunday

Come day go day

Wish in my hearty it was Sunday

Drinking buttermilk all the week

And whiskey on a Sunday

Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe

But before she nods her head whats's left but sleep

She hears a chorus of factory girls

Singin' in the streets

Drinkin' their coca-colas

After washing your filthy sheets

She hears a chrous of factory girls

Singin's aoin and all

Empty are their pockets

But their voices are filled with song

Stayed Richard and his court of Kings

He stole my heart and many other things

But me I took his crown

Wish he was here to steal it now