Текст (слова) песни: Hunters And Collectors - Lumps Of Lead (4 09)
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
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