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   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