Hunger Strike Lyrics

I cannot be moved

And I'm all out of bad news

So what's there left to do when there's nothing left to consume?

And oh, I want your blues

But I won't pay for nothing used

Well, you don't get every little thing you want

But we do

It's not right to complain

When the clouds are all out of their rain

But I'll just trace the shapes in all the spaces in between

And oh, I want your pain

Want it engraved with my own name

"And don't you feel ashamed?"

Nah, but then we don't feel much anything

So how much for your sad?

Because I've got it good

And I want it bad

Could tell by my reflection

I'm only starving for attention

Feeding off a beggar's pension, eating all that I could steal

But I just want to feel full

After finishing a meal

Without going on a hunger strike

That's my right

You got no right to steal

So don't tell me that I don't feel a thing

When you can't afford a mile

Don't tell me that I don't feel a thing

I'd swear on my mother's eyes

But wouldn't swear on mine

And every lie I've told

Is a lie that I spun from gold

And you deserve the truth

We bit off far more than we could chew