Holy Grail - Hunters And Collectors Woke up this morning, from the strangest dream I was in the biggest army, The world has ever seen We were marching
Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain
Three letters and a smile on a little white card Oh yay, oh yay, oh there you lay Lying in the road on Debt Collectors day
The heat of the night It's feeding worms in the hay And soon to surround the sheep's head See the distant howl of pleasure And it's sending shivers down
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
An uncertain spotlight is shining on you An uncertain spotlight is burning for you I lit it up with an engine, now its rolling for you And a thousand
Well I looked out the window There's nothing there to see I needed inspiration so I turned on the TV Is there anybody in there? Well Reagan finally cracked
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
I drove you down the dirty track Heard you hissing in the Red Lane Come on, you thirsty little pilgrim We're moving house again Make your back get longer
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
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
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
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
(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
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
Souvent pour j'amuser les hommes d'equipage And it's like talking to a stranger Remember the panic in its delectable face, when I touched it It was like
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
If the man must be Sleepin' at home all the time And if the woman must be Out working all the time No matter which No matter which woman he has And no