Brenda's Iron Sledge Lyrics - Singles - Hitchcock Robyn

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 

No one's on top, they're comfortable 

They're sitting on a human chain, a human chain 

They're sitting on a human chain 

Their limbs compressed in icy slush 

Of freezing in a raw meat groove 

All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge 

Please don't call me Reg, it's not my name 

The body's rear, a 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