Hunters And Collectors - Sway (5 54) Lyrics

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 To the steel above Big steam below When the process breaks down Nobody knows Where are the prizes to be next time he comes around? Where are the prizes to be next time he goes... Dancing to the rhythm of a falling sound Till the walls around the mill come tumbling down Slave, moan and sway Sing it All around the world you Slave, moan and sway Young bloods and sweethearts Slave, moan and sway So I drove the ute to the paper mill Where my, where my brother is slaving still He's messing around with the thick end of a screw Turning it and feeding it through To the steel above Big steam below When the process breaks down Nobody knows Where are the prizes to be next time he comes... Dancing to the rhythm of a falling sound Till the walls around the mill come tumbling down Slave, moan and sway Sing it Hunters And Collectors Lyrics Sway (5 54) Lyrics