Fall - Container Drivers lyrics

Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds They sweat on their way down Grey ports with customs ba*tards 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