The Factory Gates

So this is the age of the train

All aboard through the labour exchange

My mind is running away with me

I'm a sharp one's sales campaign

Trapped behind yellow cellophane

My mind is running away with

Everything I ever learned

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

Wicker's World, Michael Palin

My mind is running away with me

I record every one of my feelings

Like trying bread bags onto the railings

My mind is running away with

Every one you ever loved

Is knocking down your door

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

And everything you've ever known

Is in these city walls

What you thought was way

Too much, is not enough, it's not enough

But 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

'Til they can't break your will anymore

You are contractually tied to death's door