They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns the
Uh-containers and their drivers
Bad indigestion
Bad bowel retention
Speed for their wages
Suntan, torn short sleeves
Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
This is not their town
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
F. Jacks a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks
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
The container drivers
Speed for their wages
Uh-containers
Uh-and their drivers
Net cap. Of 58 thousand pounds They sweat on their way down Grey ports with customs bastards Hang around like clowns the Uh-containers and their drivers Bad indigestion Bad bowel retention Speed for their wages Suntan, torn short sleeves Look at a car park for two days Look at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey This is not their town Big cigars come out of the ground Sweat on their way down F. Jacks a distant relation Communists are just part time workers And there's no thanks From the loading bay ranks 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 The container drivers Speed for their wages Uh-containers Uh-and their drivers Explain Request ×
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