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