Paroles de Hunger

They have this glammed glass statue grinning from the papers They rant with glee about her excessive nature She's on magazines in the big chain markets Where poor people work And I want to shut it out I hear the soul within me shout Famed lovers in silk covers While most the world sleeps with hunger Is there pollen sweeter than a mind unshackled By fancies of fame and its bland magic? These slave machines are turning simple people Into gears and screws I've been alive Long enough to notice that there's plenty in the world To keep everyone from Starving and dying Of long cured diseases It's so hard to stop exceeding But what's the use in it? We all need each other in the end anyway