Lyrics: Hunger Song

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 feel this time
True, give his heaviness
Something involved, oh
Feel 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

Thanks Steve G and oldfriends for figuring these out.

2 Responses to Lyrics: Hunger Song

  1. oldfriends says:

    I’ve got a hollow inside my stomach
    That I can’t seem to fill
    With all the food
    That I put in

    I fill it with mead and I fill it with bread
    And I fill it with drink on a
    Saturday evening
    To Sunday morning

    But I’m still hungering
    For something to fill me
    Ah, make me whole again
    So I won’t be hungry anymore
    Anymore

    My old neighbour knew wood and steel
    He was good with his hands always
    Heavy with drinking
    My old neighbor

    My old neighbor’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 his 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 buy

    You’re needing for
    You for my baby
    For your whole life
    For my lovely
    For your fingers, oh
    (?)

  2. tazman says:

    I’ve got a hollow inside my stomach
    That I can’t seem to fill
    With all the food
    That I put in

    I fill it with meat and I fill it with bread
    And I fill it with drink on a
    Saturday evening
    To Sunday morn

    But I’m still hungering
    For something to fill me
    Ah, make me whole again
    So I won’t be hungry anymore
    Anymore

    My old neighbour knew wood and steel
    He was good with his hands always
    Heavy with drinking
    My old neighbor

    My old neighbor’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 his cup
    True, get his heavy hands
    Something for tomorrow/the morn (?)
    Fill his cup
    True, give his heavy hands
    Something for the morn (?)

    But if you’re
    If you’re coming back
    To me lonely
    But if you’re coming home
    Cold and hungry
    I’m gonna buy

    Your ring, call
    You from my bed
    For your whole life
    For my lovely
    For your fingers, oh

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