To sate my large enormous lust.
The factory hooter sounds
The factory calls me now to work
My Uncle Arthur, drunken sot
I'll tell you that my relatives...
The second machinist along...
My family tree grows in the yard
Realising only lately Arthur's
My auntie said., "Now go to bed"
I've worked down the mines...
The strains from distant...
B...
Everywhere splinters, cracked...
We, the hereby undersigned...
O! Every day in pain unsung
My wife arose at dawn that day
My deception I cannot maintain
Only chaos and old night can...
Tension mounts with time...
The grimy gaslit streets which...
In haunts of old I fear to go
And still I hear that jive...
You hardly notice nightfall...
Life is not worth living now
The Spoonbill Generator
The original cover of TOM
TOM is © 1973 Roland Clare & Anthony Golding