I work in dark factories,
A cog in a big wheel,
Driving grey satanic mills
And weaving sad stories.
And faceless masters,
Oh, they pay me plenty:
Crumbs from their luncheon bags
Harsh wine from bottles of empties.
(Chorus:)
"A stitch in time saves nine,"
Sang cock-robin from the wall.
"It's an early bird catches the worm;
Show a little pride before you fall."
So I flew to the south sun
With birds of a feather,
To drink in the warm nights
And tell of fine weather.
(Repeat Chorus)
Listen all you young folk:
Your lives on the time-table.
Clocking on twenty-one;
Fly while you're able.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Chorus)
1 | Aqualung |
2 | Living In The Past |
3 | Locomotive Breath |
4 | Witches Promise |
5 | Cross-Eyed Mary |
6 | Teacher |
7 | Reasons For Waiting |
8 | No Lullaby |
9 | Budapest |
10 | A New Day Yesterday |