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 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