(Damn These) Hungry Times

It's so formless That's what's killing me Remorseless, relentless And it's endlessly this pressure On pleasures hard to find Its expression Walks amongst these hungry times Like the blues made flesh And so it goes... What of this can we keep We're scratching out a living here Where living is dear and life is cheap So we pray to all of the gods who'll listen Deliver me, consider me Get rid of these hostilities at my shoes How can it be true, I... I'll toe the line But damn these hungry times Just a little would taste so fine But damn these hungry times I'm suspicious If love don't leave no scars Between its kisses Its curses and its calm You know it won't do If love's enough to eat Then we'd hunger And on the licks of love we'd feast 'Til we're ghosts... Of a memory...