Robin Black - A Stitch in Time lyrics

I work in dark factories --- a cog in the big wheel driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories And faceless masters --- oh, they pay me plenty --- crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from bottles halk empty A stitch in time saves nine Said co*k 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 A stitch in time saves nine Listen all you young folk --- your lives on a timetable clocking on twenty-one --- fly while you're able A stitch in time saves nine