from hunger

it's never your fault

sweet mother

that i was raised in the days

of the house-husband craze

but the taste of your loving udder

was replaced by another

dried cow puss and rubber

and now a hunger still thrives

a hunger that i've never satisfied

i'm fumbling through life

from hunger

i writhe for someone

with a place i can hide my eyes

i'm searching for a mighty heart

housed with a mighty crest

and from this base of operation

i would pacify the nation

but then who would rely

on a boob such as i

i'll be anyone's twit

for a mouthful of tittie

and still that hunger will thrive

a hunger that i've never satisfied

i'm fumbling through life

from hunger

i writhe for someone

with a place i can hide my eyes

and i've got big eyes

for someone

with a place i can hide these eyes

and that ain't all