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Robyn Hitch***** - Brenda's Iron Sledge Lyrics

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  • 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

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