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Workers on the docks loading up them packs
Numbers don't lie serve yea with my eye
Across the Atlantic through Pacific around the world and back
feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams
feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams
a dock worker." -- from Colin Irwin's 26
September 1981 Melody Maker article about the Fall in Iceland. --Ed.]
[* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in
A boat Just in came (Ah boat)
Workers running to the docks (They running)
The shipment spanking clean so the money coming back (Jugg)
Numbers don't
A real boss gon appreciate the hard workers
12. If you got my back I thank you as a dock worker
13. Make sure the breads right or you get murder
14. What
a salad
Its coming on pallets I'm flooding the city
I up me a fifty the dock workers keep me on status
Lean in my chalice I'm serving a addict
Yvonne she
pay
Went from a dock worker to CEO in a day
Told you to go hard, and stay prepared for the rumble
Listen real good and don't fall for the mumbo jumbo
and traffic piling out the harbor
Like a dock worker dinner party
On the corner of ninth and barbour
Yeah
Lately I been feeling charred up
Working for the man
The punk rock show was over
And the kids, yes they did, the last boat left the dock 1:05
Ferry worker's nightmare
It was Mohawks and punk rock
dogs setty
And you already know i used to stay around the way
Beaver street and pearl all day
Work up in my socks and the js
Workers at the docks buyin
shaking her ass, and I ain't even phased (bitch)
Put one in your top and make it look staged
When a worker be late, gotta dock they pay
Ayy, ayy
Pull
on a friday night
I'm the dock, I'm the worker, the late night shift
I'm the shit that he drinks cuz he just can't quit
I'm the gun, the slug, the cigarettes
a good worker
My feet hurt real bad
If I complain
You'll all get mad
I'm good worker
I don't miss a day
But if I do
They'll dock all my pay
I'm a good
blow their ships back home
Safely to the shore
We are the workers, stoking the boilers
Of Sodor's industry
Down by the docks, that's the place
fields and the dock boys of Wisconsin
Even the migrant workers on the California farms
He organized and inspired his fellow man
We're gonna' strike
We're
Found out at the docks today, my job has gone away
The Foreman is sorry, and I say I am too
Can’t tell the wife so I wander the streets close by
(Swifta production, ah)
Hickory dickory dock (dock)
You know that we're winnin' a lot (lot)
From the bottom, she givin' me top (top)
Play with
only for benefits of other's like worker bees
Until a worker sees like Hercules
I burst and squeeze laser cannons
With a team of freelance mercenaries
money, give me your money!"
Everybody's in debt
But this is a free country!
They dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the clock
Hickory, dickory,
decision a day
I'm the needle still hittin' the hay
They never dock my pay
While I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
You better listen, listen up
Listen,
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks
Girls will walk in moving air
The sun hangs low, the girls don't care
As they
to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
Area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various
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