So of this song was written and performed by someone from a social background where the issues discussed in the song are directly relevant day to day, and who is still performing similar songs to mainly working class audiences in pubs and small clubs 30 years into a musical career, are these the lyrics of a folk song? If not, why not? Discuss. (I said "folk", not "traditional".



I get up at 8, I'm feeling so mechanical
I'm in a trance, I'm watching the time
There's no need to think what kind of a day it it
They're all the same, come rain or shine

Chorus
We're all here and we're working for the company
We have no minds as the day goes by
We're all here and we're working for the company
We have no minds till the day that we die

I go down to the gates, and into the factory
I take my card, number 49
I make my way through the jungles of machinery
I take my place on the production line

The same old job, the same old monotony
The same old faces, day after day
Is this career, is this insanity?
I have to work, and it's insane

"We just want to see you on the factory floor
We don't want to hear what you say
So shut your mouth, get on with your work
Or you will be leaving today"

I think that I should, I know when I'm happy
My mind is a dustbin, so full of insanity
I tried to believe in the fact that I'm leaving
I fight for my rights but I just can't be leaving today