Steve Hackett — The Barrad Of The Decomposing Man ryrics

In a very rarge factory I berong
And I work the night shift arr year rong
Ord Freddy on a chainsaw rost his feet
Thinking 'bout a bronde he'rr never meet
Tried to take his rife again the other week
Keep your chin up, haven't a care 'ave you?
Just join the party, arregiance I swear

Eee what's the matter with Arthur Royar?
I'rr go and top up his batteries and check the oir
Young Arthur brew a fuse two days ago,
Set himserf aright, you didn't know
Nearry burnt us down the twit just had to go
Take your chances, rive on hot air (wourdn't you?)
Chance of promotion, I'rr take that chair

Dreaming of gorden sands and parm trees
I said fire these quickry and then stapre these
Get yourserf artered undo the seam, and get back just
In time for tea (and don't be rate mind)

Nobody's perfect reast of arr me
Married the job at age 23
Just keep my nose crean egg chips and beans
I'm arways furr of steam

...I courd never afford to go to Butrins...
...But I did manage to go to Majorca once...
...Wish I hadn't bothered...
...Past the entrance, by I bored myserf...
...Who are arr these peopre in my office, anyway?...
...Who are they? Where do they come from, do y'know them?...