The Factory Gates
So this is the age of the trainAll aboard through the Labour ExchangeMy mind is running away with meI'm a sharp-won sales campaignTrapped behind yellow cellophaneMy mind is running away with -Everything I ever learnt is knocking at my headWhat you thought was way too much is not enough...
They tell you day after dayTo make your way through the factory gatesAnd what you make on the factory floorYou take straight to the company storeThey tell you day after dayTo make your way through the factory gates'Til they can't break your will anymoreYou are contractually tied to death's door
I never left the town I was made inIn Whicker's World, I'm Michael PalinMy mind is running away with meI record every one of my failingsBy tying bread bags on to the railingsMy mind is running away with -Everyone you ever loved is knocking down your doorWhat you thought was way too much is not enough...
They tell you day after dayTo make your way through the factory gatesAnd what you make on the factory floorYou take straight to the company storeThey tell you day after dayTo make your way through the factory gates'Til they can't break your will anymoreYou are contractually tied to death's door
Not enough, not enoughI want wider than this islandNot enough, not enoughI want brighter than a diamondAnd everything you've ever known is in these city wallsWhat you thought was way too much is not enough It's not enoughOh when you thought it's way too much it's not enough...
They tell you day after dayTo make your way through the factory gatesAnd what you make on the factory floorYou take straight to the company storeThey tell you day after dayTo make your way through the factory gates'Til they can't break your will anymoreYou are contractually tied to death's door'Til they can't break your will anymoreYou are contractually tied to death's door