Tekster: Flogging Molly. Within A Mile of Home. Factory Girls.

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