We head downhill Our hands fly back Our fingers freeze Our hair falls out, our hair falls out Our fingers freeze Our hair falls out
The iron piston pumps and spouts The steaming air as hot as sprouts
Ah, all aboard Brenda's iron sledge All aboard Brenda's iron sledge
The ones on top are comfortable They're sitting on a human chain, A human chain They're sitting on a human chain Their limbs, compressed in icy slush, Are freezing in a raw meat groove
Ah, all aboard Brenda's iron sledge All aboard Brenda's iron sledge Please don't call me Reg It's not my name
The bodies rear the bucking sled Which hits a tree And falls asleep, and falls asleep Which hits a tree And that is that
The grasshoppers curl up and burst And Brenda shovels on the wurst
Ah, all aboard Brenda's iron sledge All aboard Brenda's iron sledge Please don't call me Reg It's not my name All aboard Brenda's iron sledge All aboard Brenda's iron sledge All aboard Brenda's iron sledge Please don't call me Reg It's not my nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
