So this is the age of the train

All aboard for the labour exchange

My mind is running away with me.

I'm a shop worn sales campaign

Trapped behind yellow cellophane

My mind is running away with...

Everything I ever learned

Comes knocking at my head

What you thought was way too much is not enough.

They tell you day after day

To make your way through the factory gates

What you make on the factory floor

You take straight to the company store.

They tell you day after day

To make your way through the factory gates

'til they can't break your will anymore

You are contractually tied to death's door.

I never left the town I was made in

Wicker's world, I'm michael palin

My mind is running away with me.

I record every one of my failings

By tying bread bags onto the railings

My mind is running away with...

Everyone you ever loved

Comes knocking down your door

What you thought was way too much is not enough.

They tell you day after day

To make your way through the factory gates

What you make on the factory floor

You take straight to the company store.

They tell you day after day

To make your way through the factory gates

'til they can't break your will anymore

You are contractually tied to death's door.

Not enough, not enough

I want wider than this island

Not enough, not enough

I want brighter than a diamond.

Everything you've ever known

Is in these city walls

What you thought was way too much, is not enough, it's not enough

And when you thought it's way too much it's not enough.

They tell you day after day

To make your way through the factory gates

What you make on the factory floor

You take straight to the company store.

They tell you day after day

To make your way through the factory gates

'til they can't break your will anymore

You are contractually tied to death's door.

'til they can't break your will anymore

You are contractually tied to death's door.