So this is the age of the train All aboard through the labour exchange My mind is running away with me
I'm a sharp one's sales campaign Trapped behind yellow cellophane My mind is running away with
Everything I ever learned 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 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
I never left the town I was made in Wicker's World, Michael Palin My mind is running away with me
I record every one of my feelings Like trying bread bags onto the railings My mind is running away with
Every one you ever loved Is 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 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
Not enough, not enough I want wider than this island Not enough, not enough I want brighter than a diamond
And everything you've ever known Is in these city walls What you thought was way Too much, is not enough, it's not enough
But when you thought "It's way too much" It's 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
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