The Ballad Of The Decomposing

Steve Hackett

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    In a very large factory I belong
    And I work the night shift all week long
    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

    What's the matter with Arthur Royal
    I'll go and top up his batteries and check the oil
    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
    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, get back just
    In time for tea (and don't be late mind)

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    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 go to Butlins
    But I did manage to go to Majorca once
    Wish I hadn't bothered
    Past the entrance, by-way to all my sins

    Who are all these people in my office, anyway?
    Who are they? Where do they come from, do you know them

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    Composición: Steve Hackett

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