I work in dark factories
A cog in the big wheel
Driving gray satanic mills
And weaving sad stories
And faceless masters, oh
They pay me plenty
Crumbs from their luncheon packs
Harsh wine from bottles half empty
A stitch in time saves nine
Said Cock 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

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