Brenda's Iron Sledge

We head downhill

Our 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



Ah, all aboard

Brenda's iron sledge

All aboard

Brenda's iron sledge



The ones on top are comfortable (Yeah)

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