Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad Of The Decomposing Man, artist - Steve Hackett. Date of issue: 31.12.1978
Song language: English
The Ballad Of The Decomposing Man |
| In a very large factory I belong |
| And I work the night shift all year long |
| Old Freddy on a chainsaw lost his feet |
| Thinking 'bout a blonde he’ll never meet |
| Tried to take his life again the other week |
| Keep your chin up, haven’t a care 'ave you? |
| Just join the party, allegiance I swear |
| Eee what’s the matter with Arthur Royal? |
| I’ll go and top up his batteries and check the oil |
| Young Arthur blew a fuse two days ago |
| Set himself alight, you didn’t know |
| Nearly burnt us down the twit just had to go |
| Take your chances, live on hot air (wouldn't you?) |
| Chance of promotion, I’ll take that chair |
| Dreaming of golden sands and palm trees |
| I said file these quickly and then staple these |
| Get yourself altered undo the seam, and get back just |
| In time for tea (and don’t be late mind) |
| Nobody’s perfect least of all me |
| Married the job at age 23 |
| Just keep my nose clean egg chips and beans |
| I’m always full of steam |
| …I could never afford to go to Butlins |
| …But I did manage to go to Majorca once |
| …Wish I hadn’t bothered… |
| …Past the entrance, by I bored myself |
| …Who are all these people in my office, anyway? |
| …Who are they? |
| Where do they come from, do why’know them? |