Lyrics
He who hungers for bread and wine,
Sits at the table but never dines,
He who’s hunger makes him divine,
Blessed is he
He who hungers and sits and writes
He who hungers by candlelight
Sits cross-legged, can’t sleep at night,
Blessed is he.
He who hungers for one day’s peace,
He who hungers for death’s release,
He who hungers for wars that won’t cease,
Blessed is he.
Take your shoes off,
Lay down your mask here,
Stand up,
Go forth,
And want no more,
Take your shoes off,
Lay down your mask here,
Stand up, go forth,
And want no more.
He who hungers and always hides,
He who hungers for spiritual pride,
He who hungers for a place in life,
Restless is he.
She who hungers to kiss his lips,
She who hungers for wedded bliss,
Doubts that romance even exists,
Restless is she.
He who hungers for something finer,
He who hungers for war in China,
He who hungers for a united Ireland,
Restless is he.
Take your shoes off,
Lay down your mask here,
Stand up,
Go forth,
And want no more,
Take your shoes off,
Lay down your mask here,
Stand up, go forth,
And want no more.
He who’s hunger is in decline,
Overweight, socially refined,
Changes his name to a dollar sign
Wretched is he.
He who hungers for no regret,
Fears that he is a silhouette,
Can’t find release on the Internet,
Wretched is he.
Copyright Ian Nolan 2005
