Текст песни Hunters And Collectors - Sway (5 54)
Hunters And Collectors - Sway (5 54) слова песни
Slave, moan and swayAll around the world youSlave, moan and swayWell I drove the ute to the paper millWhere my brother is slaving stillMessing around with the thick end of a screwTurning it and feeding it throughTo the steel aboveBig steam belowWhen the process breaks downNobody knowsWhere 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 soundTill the walls around the mill come tumbling downSlave, moan and swaySing itAll around the world youSlave, moan and swayYoung bloods and sweetheartsSlave, moan and swaySo I drove the ute to the paper millWhere my, where my brother is slaving stillHe`s messing around with the thick end of a screwTurning it and feeding it throughTo the steel aboveBig steam belowWhen the process breaks downNobody knowsWhere are the prizes to be next time he comes...Dancing to the rhythm of a falling soundTill the walls around the mill come tumbling downSlave, moan and swaySing it