Тексты песен «Hunters And Collectors»

Here we go down, down, down Down upon all fours We'll make it true, this is exactly what we do When we're making true confessions With our blood cuddles and piggy-back kisses We make the beast with two backs and nothing...

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...

Here we go down, down, down Down upon all fours We'll make it true, this is exactly what we do When we're making true confessions With our blood cuddles and piggy-back kisses We make the beast with two backs and nothing...

Here we go down, down, down Down upon all fours We'll make it true, this is exactly what we do When we're making true confessions With our blood cuddles and piggy-back kisses We make the beast with two backs and nothing...

I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy Here's one good goon that we can't blame Hey they all cry Here's one for the fruit-bin Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La la la Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled...

I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy Here's one good goon that we can't blame Hey they all cry Here's one for the fruit-bin Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La la la Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled...

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You can't make mother cry You can't make her twist her ragged hair You can't make mother groan Even when her soldier sonny Shakes his iron cocktail in the air... You can't make mother cry You can't make her give consent...

I drove you down the dirty track Heard you hissing in the Redlane Come on you thirsty little pilgrim We're moving house again Make your back get longer You'll see it sweat behind a barrow And if this trip gets any...

You can't make mother cry You can't make her twist her ragged hair You can't make mother groan Even when her soldier sonny shakes his iron cocktail in the air... You can't make mother cry You can't make her give consent...

General is a wise man The General is a gun Shake up this scribbly world And run run run He's laughing like a doctor But I bit his crazy mouth Believe this faithful daughter As he squeezed into her house And run run run...

General is a wise man The General is a gun Shake up this scribbly world And run run run He's laughing like a doctor But I bit his crazy mouth Believe this faithful daughter As he squeezed into her house And run run run...

Well... Just the other night I come home After three months of constant grind and travel And I went snivellin', I went crawling around to my girlfriend's house She came down hard upon me And she ground her finger into...

My ears are ringing and the eyes have it Lean your head to the wall And these walls have ears And those ears are ringing Support this wonderful wall And inside the mortar scared smells, oh what smells? Lean your head to...

My ears are ringing and the eyes have it Lean your head to the wall And these walls have ears And those ears are ringing Support this wonderful wall And inside the mortar scared smells, oh what smells? Lean your head to...

My ears are ringing and the eyes have it Lean your head to the wall And these walls have ears And those ears are ringing Support this wonderful wall And inside the mortar scared smells, oh what smells? Lean your head to...

(written by Ian and Stephanie Rilen) I've been hearing round the town You've been out and getting round Whether it's right or whether it's true I'm stuck here and I'm stuck on you Oh no, I heard you talk in your sleep...

Mould the hair back Reveal fine shaped forehead And see it go scrabbling Scrabbling under the bed Here's to God-fearing God-fearing good living And we'll be hanging by the skin of our teeth again Spinning by the skin...

(written by Ian and Stephanie Rilen) I've been hearing round the town You've been out and getting round Whether it's right or whether it's true I'm stuck here and I'm stuck on you Oh no, I heard you talk in your sleep...

Slave, moan and sway All around the world you Slave, moan and sway Well I drove the ute to the paper mill Where my brother is slaving still Messing around with the thick end of a screw Turning it and feeding it through...