Lyrics
I worked Saturdays at the satisfactory factory
After me, there would be shift change over
I’d quit being sober
I’d watch the planes fly over, think about folks I knew
I used to know a few
I’d call up the numbers, say “What’s up, brother?”
Today is another day, say, what’s new?
Talking the talk, walking circles
Around the block
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
Pulverized, beat down by the mundane
Paralyzed, going insane, well
The saddest factory’s still satisfactory still
Gotta make a living, they ain’t giving ’em out
Not if I want my pride, I’d just as soon die
Than be lazy
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
I quit Saturdays at the satisfactory factory
After me, there’d be plenty of time
Since I’s off the line
I drank like a river, pickled my liver
Watch takers and givers shiverin’ in the cold, cold light
And I ain’t blamin’ nobody for nothin’
But I got somethin’, I can’t say
I gotta carry it away
I’d ring the numbers, call ’em up, no one’d pick up
I guess we talked enough
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
Pulverized, beat down by the mundane
Paralyzed, going insane, well
The saddest factory’s still satisfactory still
Gotta make a living, they ain’t giving ’em out
Not if I want my pride, I’d just as soon die
Than be lazy
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
After me, there would be shift change over
I’d quit being sober
I’d watch the planes fly over, think about folks I knew
I used to know a few
I’d call up the numbers, say “What’s up, brother?”
Today is another day, say, what’s new?
Talking the talk, walking circles
Around the block
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
Pulverized, beat down by the mundane
Paralyzed, going insane, well
The saddest factory’s still satisfactory still
Gotta make a living, they ain’t giving ’em out
Not if I want my pride, I’d just as soon die
Than be lazy
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
I quit Saturdays at the satisfactory factory
After me, there’d be plenty of time
Since I’s off the line
I drank like a river, pickled my liver
Watch takers and givers shiverin’ in the cold, cold light
And I ain’t blamin’ nobody for nothin’
But I got somethin’, I can’t say
I gotta carry it away
I’d ring the numbers, call ’em up, no one’d pick up
I guess we talked enough
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
Pulverized, beat down by the mundane
Paralyzed, going insane, well
The saddest factory’s still satisfactory still
Gotta make a living, they ain’t giving ’em out
Not if I want my pride, I’d just as soon die
Than be lazy
Smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight
How could this be any slower than to go to hell and wait?
Decatur, I’ll see you later
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