Lumps Of Lead (4 09) Lyrics - Hunters And Collectors

Everybody's pinching their guts 

Young lumps of lead, floating on the harbour 

They pick themselves up, now they're falling down again 

Big lumps of lead floating to fruition 

La la la 

Like tickets worn, sometimes stolen 

Like foreign languages, squashed into the ferry floor 

One ticklish kiss will kill the itch around our ankles 

And today moves in wave motion 

Tomorrow's failing in the bath 

And big lumps of lead, floating out to Pinchgut 

And your eyes, watching this, they begin to cry 

Your eyes, one ticklish kiss, they begin to cry 

Your eyes, lumps of lead, they begin to cry 

La la la