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Hunters & Collectors

Sway

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