Текст песни Todd Rundgren - From Hunger
Todd Rundgren - From Hunger слова песни
Its never your fault, sweet motherThat I was raised in the daysOf the house-husband crazeBut the taste of your loving udderWas replaced by anotherDried cow puss and rubberAnd now a hunger still thrivesA hunger that Ive never satisfiedIm fumbling through lifeFrom hungerI writhe for someoneWith a place I can hide my eyesIm searching for a mighty heartHoused with a mighty crestAnd from this base of operationI would pacify the nationBut then who would relyOn a boob such as iIll be anyones twitFor a mouthful of tittieAnd still that hunger will thriveA hunger that Ive never satisfiedIm fumbling through lifeFrom hungerI writhe for someoneWith a place I can hide my eyesAnd Ive got big eyesFor someoneWith a place I can hide these eyesAnd that aint all