Factory Man

I know a man
Not very well
Mostly from what I’ve heard tell
He lives alone
In rented halls
With all his paintings
On the walls
And he collects
A TV shrine
You should see all the photographs that he’s had signed
His famous friends don’t know his name
But it’s on all the faces on the picture frames
(Ahhahhahh)
He has the heart of an artist
The soul of a poet
In the factory break room
He sketches portraits
Of tired men
Sitting down
He sees beauty
All around
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh