A Stitch In Time

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