A TALE OF DRUDGERY IN THE BLACK
FORTRESS OF AN ALIEN RACE.
©Trev Teasdel Coventry Feb 1970


In the black fortress of an alien race
The gangways are full of hurry n haste
The atmosphere’s full of industrial waste
What dungeon in which to be encased.


The pounding swishing swashing sound
Earning many a fast diminishing pound
Forcing my snaity to the ground
What an asylum in which to be found.


Get your lungs full of contamination
Drudgery’s your destination
In the black witches palace you find your occupation
It fills my soul with a deep aggrivation
What a shanty town in which to be stationed.


What weird and repulsive contraptions
Sterling’s no longer such a big attraction
Want to join the ranks of Tom Paxton.


Full of creative sterility
Full of technical ability
Accepted by the majority
Certainly not accepted by me.


What a way to earn your living
What a way to earn your bread
A house of horror, the place I dread.
Wish I’d stayed in bed
Wish I’d stayed in bed.


Wanna sing my heart out in a song
Don’t wanna live my life in a way that’s wrong
I’ve been captive for far too long
I’m gonna fight, i’ve got to be strong.