A Stitch In Time

I work in dark factories --- a cog in the big wheel

Driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories.

And faceless masters --- oh, they pay me plenty ---

Crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from

Bottles halk 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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