Robyn Hitchcock - Brenda's Iron Sledge lyrics

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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 name<br />

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