Ballad of the Decomposing Man Songtext
von Steve Hackett

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 have 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

Hey, 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 chip 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?