'I've always been good with my hands
Nimble of finger, sure of thumb
I was fifteen years old when I came to work here
It wasn't the life that I planned
I've always been good with my hands

It's a hard life behind these locked doors
No minimum wage, no union card
Just a handful of cash at the end of the week
If I can work all the hours I can stand
I've always been good with my hands

Now I have turned fifty years old
I've never been married, hardly been kissed
If I had back the time that I've lost in this place
I would learn all the laws of the land
But I've always been good with my hands'