The Fall - The Container Drivers | Текст песни

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• The Fall
• The Container Drivers

Net cap. of five eight thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns, they're

Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers

Bad indigestion
Bad bowel retention
Speed for their wages
Sun tan, torn short sleeves
Sun tan, torn shirt sleeves, they're

Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers

Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
Train line, stone and grey, they're

Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers

This is not their town
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
Sweat on their way down, they're

Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers

F. Jack's a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks, they're
Uh-containers and their drivers

Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
RO/RO roll on/roll off

Uh-containers and their drivers
Speed for their wages
Uh-container drivers
Uh-containers and their drivers

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