Container Drivers Lyrics - Live! - Fall

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