Song | Hunger Song |
Artist | The Middle East |
Album | I Want That You Are Always Happy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I’ve got a hollow inside my stomach | |
That I can’t seem to fill | |
With all the things | |
That I believe | |
I fill it with mead and I fill it with bread | |
And I fill it with drink on a | |
Saturday evening | |
Till Sunday morning | |
But I’m still hungry | |
For something to fill me | |
Ah, make me whole again | |
So I won’t be hungry anymore | |
Anymore | |
My own neighbour knew wood and skin | |
He was good with his hands | |
Always heavy with drinking | |
My own neighbour | |
My own neighbour’s wife came home | |
In the early morning | |
She grabbed the little girl and | |
She took off in the half-light | |
To the Best Western | |
Now he’s looking for | |
Something to fill this time | |
True, give his heaviness | |
Something involved, oh | |
Fill this time | |
True, give his heaviness | |
Something involved, oh | |
But if you’re | |
If you’re coming back | |
To me lonely | |
But if you’re coming home | |
Cold and hungry | |
I’m gonna die | |
You’re needing for | |
You, for my baby | |
For your whole life | |
For my lovely | |
For your fingers, oh |
I' ve got a hollow inside my stomach | |
That I can' t seem to fill | |
With all the things | |
That I believe | |
I fill it with mead and I fill it with bread | |
And I fill it with drink on a | |
Saturday evening | |
Till Sunday morning | |
But I' m still hungry | |
For something to fill me | |
Ah, make me whole again | |
So I won' t be hungry anymore | |
Anymore | |
My own neighbour knew wood and skin | |
He was good with his hands | |
Always heavy with drinking | |
My own neighbour | |
My own neighbour' s wife came home | |
In the early morning | |
She grabbed the little girl and | |
She took off in the halflight | |
To the Best Western | |
Now he' s looking for | |
Something to fill this time | |
True, give his heaviness | |
Something involved, oh | |
Fill this time | |
True, give his heaviness | |
Something involved, oh | |
But if you' re | |
If you' re coming back | |
To me lonely | |
But if you' re coming home | |
Cold and hungry | |
I' m gonna die | |
You' re needing for | |
You, for my baby | |
For your whole life | |
For my lovely | |
For your fingers, oh |
I' ve got a hollow inside my stomach | |
That I can' t seem to fill | |
With all the things | |
That I believe | |
I fill it with mead and I fill it with bread | |
And I fill it with drink on a | |
Saturday evening | |
Till Sunday morning | |
But I' m still hungry | |
For something to fill me | |
Ah, make me whole again | |
So I won' t be hungry anymore | |
Anymore | |
My own neighbour knew wood and skin | |
He was good with his hands | |
Always heavy with drinking | |
My own neighbour | |
My own neighbour' s wife came home | |
In the early morning | |
She grabbed the little girl and | |
She took off in the halflight | |
To the Best Western | |
Now he' s looking for | |
Something to fill this time | |
True, give his heaviness | |
Something involved, oh | |
Fill this time | |
True, give his heaviness | |
Something involved, oh | |
But if you' re | |
If you' re coming back | |
To me lonely | |
But if you' re coming home | |
Cold and hungry | |
I' m gonna die | |
You' re needing for | |
You, for my baby | |
For your whole life | |
For my lovely | |
For your fingers, oh |