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 learnt 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. 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 on to the railings. My mind is running away with.... Everyone you ever loved. Comes knocking down your door. And 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 is way too much. Is not enough is 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