Steve Hackett - The Ballad Of The Decomposing Man lyrics

In a very large factory I belong And I work the night shift all year long Old Freddy on a chainsaw lost his feet Thinking 'bout a blonde he'll never meet Tried to take his life again the other week Keep your chin up, haven't a care 'ave you? Just join the party, allegiance I swear Eee what's the matter with Arthur Royal? I'll go and top up his batteries and check the oil Young Arthur blew a fuse two days ago, Set himself alight, you didn't know Nearly burnt us down the twit just had to go Take your chances, live on hot air (wouldn't you?) Chance of promotion, I'll take that chair Dreaming of golden sands and palm trees I said file these quickly and then staple these Get yourself altered undo the seam, and get back just In time for tea (and don't be late, mind) Nobody's perfect least of all me Married the job at age 23 Just keep my nose clean egg chips and beans I'm always full of steam ...I could never afford to go to Butlins... ...But I did manage to go to Majorca once... ...Wish I hadn't bothered... ...Past the entrance, by I bored myself... ...Who are all these people in my office, anyway?... ...Who are they? Where do they come from, do y'know them?...