Hungry Ghost

You don’t need a desert, put your head in the sand

You’ve been down there forever in the promised land

Your soul is weathered from the cash in hand

All the finest leather and spray-on tan

Taking all you can

We’re all in the soup together doing what we can

You climb up the ladder and fall back in

Try to tether what you don’t understand

All the things you gather go away in the end

You’re not what you have

You’ll be a hungry ghost

Never satisfied

Eating through a pinhole

A stomach miles wide

More and more, the order of the day

Hide your money offshore, you’re gonna get paid

Morals out the door, ego’s on parade

Blame the poor, keep filling up your safe

You’ll have a lonely grave

You’re taking everything

Living like a king

Staining history

With your hollow victories