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Out on the town on Saturday nightFactory kinds prowlin', out for a fightThey're dressed up in drag and dressed up in jeansChasing the visions they've seen in their dreamsFactory girls giggling behind the wallHoping that someone will give them a callThey're so tired of the factory lifeTry to escape it on Saturday nightPick yourself up and open your eyesGet yourself outta the factory lifeThey don't look very pretty; they look kinda sadTalking 'bout all of the scenes that they've hadJive talkin' street walkin' tryin' to escapeWishing the man would give them a breakIt's all rushing past, in front of their eyesAnd they flash off and on like great neon signsHow I hate to see youWasting so much timeBuilding barricadesAround your tired minds Aus Songtexte Mania