Factory Girls Lyrics - Within A Mile Of Home - Flogging Molly

Build a bridge or maybe two 

Together held with footsteps she outgrew 

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 these 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 avenue 

After a childhood that she never knew 

Choking on woodbine 

Cigarettes just kill the time 

Now these 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 and all 

Empty are their pockets 

But their voices are filled with song 

Come day go day 

Wish in my heart it was Sunday 

Drinking buttermilk all the week 

And whiskey on a Sunday 

Come day go day 

Wish in my heart it was Sunday 

Drinking buttermilk all the week 

And whiskey on a Sunday 

Now these 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 

She hears a chorus of factory girls 

Singin' in and all 

Empty are their pockets 

But their voices are filled with song 

Slayed 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