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Brenda's Iron Sledge lyrics
Our fingers freeze, our hair falls out
Our hair falls out, our fingers freeze
Our hair falls out
The iron piston pumps and spouts
The steaming air as hot as sprouts
Ah, all aboard Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard Brenda's iron sledge
The ones on top are comfortable
They're sitting on a human chain
A human chain
They're sitting on a human chain
Their limbs, compressed in icy slush
Are freezing in a raw meat groove
Ah, all aboard Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg
It's not my name
The bodies rear the bucking sled
Which hits a tree
And falls asleep and falls asleep
Which hits a tree and that is that
The grasshoppers curl up and burst
And Brenda shovels on the wurst
Ah, all aboard Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg
It's not my name
All aboard Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg
It's not my name
Our fingers freeze, our hair falls out
Our hair falls out, our fingers freeze
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- Track 6 on Luminous Groove Disc 2
- 5 My Wife and My Dead Wife
- 7 Fly
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