@ALBUM: PAYLOAD Hunters And Collectors (c) 1982 Human Frailty/Mushroom Music @SONG: TOWTRUCK (4.58) We bought a yellow towtruck To drive it round and round our neighbourhood We pass it round Pass around this plumber's friend Pass it round Pass around the plumber's friend And then we even built a yellow towtruck And drove it out into the big country We went way past the Dimazio Line The distortion was incredible All of Groper's Fat Gang dressed in sleeveless T-shirts Whinging, whinging for perfection Hear them whinging, whinging for perfection We bought a yellow towtruck And drove this organ round the big country We went way past the Dimazio Line The distortion was incredible All of Groper's Fat Gang dressed in sleeveless T-shirts Whinging, they're whinging for perfection Hear them whinging, hear them whinging for perfection Generous towtruck Here it comes Generous towtruck We were dancing in a pig marathon So who's taken my bloody wheelchair? We got ourselves a stick-book situation here So we had better phone for the yellow towtruck, hadn't we? And we had to swab the plumber's fat We had to hand-crank our way out, we had to hand-crank our way out But we dragged it all the way out there, and all the way back We dragged it all the way out there, and all the way... Back back Change down you fools! Change down! Stop, stop, stop! That's it, go home! It's the end of the song! So go! Generous towtruck Here it comes Generous towtruck @SONG: DROPTANK (4.56) Halo Payload The hubcap of this life Is in that contraption on the corner We're loading lots of useless things Into that contraption on the corner And everything depends upon how far away I get Yes everything depends upon how far away I get Halo Payload Big spirit come to save me When the cargo hits the ground Oh weak spirit come to save me When the cargo hits the ground Halo Payload @SONG: MOUTHTRAP (4.10) Here we go down, down, down Down upon all fours We'll make it true, this is exactly what we do When we're making true confessions With our blood cuddles and piggy-back kisses We make the beast with two backs and nothing ever misses As we ride, ride, ride Ride upon, ride upon Ride upon the mouthtrap What is this hungry thing What is this turgid little thing That's crawling around in my backyard again Into it's hole, I think my hair will fall As it goes round and round in my backyard again Here we go round and round this squeamish town We are making true confessions And if it's true it is exactly what we do When we're making true confessions With our blood cuddles and backyard kisses Upon this two-backed beast and nothing ever misses As we ride, ride, ride Ride upon, ride upon, ride upon Ride upon the mouthtrap Oh big brother mouthtrap You sit upon my knees You sing on my confessional the things you get for free Oh dearest spirit we are sorry for having offended thee Because thou art so good We will never sin again We will just go down Down upon all fours We'll make it true, this is exactly what we do When we're making true confessions With our blood cuddles and piggy-back kisses We make the beast with two backs and nothing ever misses As we ride, ride, ride Ride upon the dog-trap, deathtrap, blood trap, mouthtrap, dog-trap Deathtrap, blood trap, mouthtrap, dog-trap @SONG: LUMPS OF LEAD (4.09) 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