Food Factory

To be a cut above the rest when they're cutting up the comfort
Would be no great comfort to me
When they're handing out cards amid the stink of disinfectant
In the risk of a serious disease
As the radio sings about a million things
From the rafters via the BBC
Someone throws a spanner says it's time to make a run for it
And crawls into the machinery

Mama
Don't cry for me
I'm working in the food factory

The sun sinks down into the west
And it comes up in the east
Some of us say that that's a sign of something
But it makes no difference to me
Some of us can't see
Some of us have got a mental age of three
Big mouths and little minds
That all need something to eat

Mama
Don't cry for me
I'm working in the food factory

Who in the world could ever see it come to this
Morning noon and night it never stops at all
Boys that run the line don't want to make a meal of this
It's not their favourite dish

I've seen them huddled in corners
Some say they're planning something big
I've heard whispers in the toilets
But that's really not my gig
A problem shared is a problem spread
And I'm not one to moan
I'll do my work rollover play dead
Clock off and set off home

Mama
Don't cry for me
I'm working in the food factory
I'm working in the food factory

Eric Goulden / Wreckless Eric 1984 / Tapete Music 2025