Container Drivers Lyrics by Fall, The

Container Drivers Lyrics

    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. jack's 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

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