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