Hunters And Collectors Loinclothing Lyrics

Loinclothing Lyrics

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