Factory Girls
Flogging Molly · Within a Mile of Home [2004]
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 the walls are crawling faces
that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
(Chorus 1)
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 the walls are crawling faces
that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
(Chorus 2)
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' aoin 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 (traditional)
Now the walls are crawling faces
that still breathe
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)
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
Factory Girls
Factory Girls stands as a defining track on Flogging Molly's 2004 album Within a Mile of Home, capturing the band's signature blend of punk energy and traditional Irish instrumentation. The recording highlights the group's ability to weave social commentary into high-tempo melodies, a hallmark of their early discography. Fronted by the distinctive vocals of Dave King, the song reflects the working-class themes often explored in their music during this era. As part of a body of work that helped establish the band's reputation in the Celtic punk genre, the track showcases their tight musicianship and emotional resonance. It remains a staple in their live performances, demonstrating the enduring appeal of their sound and the powerful storytelling that characterizes their recordings from the mid-2000s.