Текст песни A Stitch In Time

I work in dark factories,

A cog in a big wheel,

Driving grey satanic mills

And weaving sad stories.

And faceless masters,

Oh, they pay me plenty:

Crumbs from their luncheon bags

Harsh wine from bottles of empties.

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"A stitch in time saves nine,"

Sang cock-robin from the wall.

"It's an early bird catches the worm;
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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.

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Listen all you young folk:

Your lives on the time-table.

Clocking on twenty-one;

Fly while you're able.

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