so this is the age of the train all aboard for the labour exchange my mind is running away with me i m a shop worn 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 whicker s world i m michael palin my mind is running away with me i record every one of my failings by tying bread bags onto the railings my mind is running away with everyone you ever loved comes 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 everything you ve ever known is in these city walls what you thought was way too much is not enough it s not enough and 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