Brenda’s Iron Sledge

Album cover art for "Brenda’s Iron Sledge" by Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Hitchcock - Rock

Brenda’s Iron Sledge

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We head downhill, my hands fly back 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 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 All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge [2x] 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 All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge Please don't call me Reg, it's not my name All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge [3x] Please don't call me Reg, it's not my name

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  • Robyn Hitchcock