Lyrics

Jimmy never stops working in the factory
Pushing and pulling and printing the ink
It smells of burning inside the machine
When you?re printing and printing the magazine

Time passes, but Jimmy can?t sleep
He?s dreams he?s still working to the never-ending beat
The night shift begins, the women are scarred
They blow a mean breath of unpleasant charm

Jimmy takes a lunch in the break room below
Where the fluorescent lights flicker to show that his
Skin has grown pale and he hasn?t seen the sun in ten
Days of breathing in the fumes of the engines he

Swallows down

?For the last time!? he says, ?I?m quitting my job
so I can see the sun? but the sun has been covered by the bits of
Magazine in the air, and the world is colored black
And all that ink, so the people can read,

We print the story of humanity