From Hunger کے بول

It's never your fault, sweet mother That I was raised in the days Of the house-husband craze But the taste of your loving udder Was replaced by another Dried cow puss and rubber And now a hunger still thrives A hunger that I've never satisfied I'm fumbling through life From hunger I writhe for someone With a place I can hide my eyes I'm searching for a mighty heart Housed with a mighty crest And from this base of operation I would pacify the nation But then who would rely On a boob such as I I'll be anyone's twit For a mouthful of tittie And still that hunger will thrive A hunger that I've never satisfied I'm fumbling through life From hunger I writhe for someone With a place I can hide my eyes And I've got big eyes For someone With a place I can hide these eyes And that ain't all