Tekst
So this is the age of the train
All aboard for the labour exchange
My mind is running away with me
I'm a shop on a sales campaign
Trapped behind yellow cellophane
My mind is running away with
Everything I ever loved
Comes knocking at my head
What you thought was way too much
Is not enough
They tell you day after day
To make your way through the factory gates
What you make at the factory floor
You take straight to the company store
They tell you day after day
To make your way through the factory gates
'Til they can't break your will anymore
You are contractually tied to death's door
I never left the town I was made in
With this world I'm Michael Palin
My mind is running away with me
I record every one of my failings
I tie your bread bags onto the railings
My mind is running away with
Everyone you've ever loved
Comes knocking down your door
What you thought was way too much
Is not enough
They tell you day after day
To make your way through the factory gates
What you make at the factory floor
You take straight to the company store
They tell you day after day
To make your way through the factory gates
'Til they can't break your will anymore
You are contractually tied to death's door
Not enough, not enough
I want wider than this island
Not enough, not enough
I want brighter than a diamond
But everything you've ever known
Is in this city walls
What you thought was way too much
Is not enough, it's not enough
When you thought it's way too much
Is not enough
They tell you day after day
To make your way through the factory gates
What you make on the factory floor
You take straight to the company store
They tell you day after day
To make your way through the factory gates
'Til they can't break your will anymore
You are contractually tied to death's door
'Til they can't break your will anymore
You are contractually tied to death's door
