I work in dark factories --- a cog in the big wheel driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories
And faceless masters --- oh, they pay me plenty --- crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from bottles halk empty
A stitch in time saves nine
Said co*k Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm
Show a little pride before you fall
So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather
To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather
A stitch in time saves nine
Listen all you young folk --- your lives on a timetable clocking on twenty-one --- fly while you're able
A stitch in time saves nine