Power Hungry
Like we’re on a farm
We chew on their arms
It’s ok if you’re hungry
We have more to eat
It’s ok if you’re hungry
But we’re running out of seats
So get in line boy
And make sure you’re first
So get in line boy
Try and fulfill your thirst
They’re here just for you
So take more than two
Oh don’t you pout
There’s no way we can run out
It’s ok, we’re not the same
We won’t share the blame
And if it’s all the same
We’ll change our names
Our indifference
Can be a fun game
And as they lose their sense
Their unrest turns to flame
But there’s no need for alarm
We can chew our own arms
Copyright © Tom H. | Year Posted 2013
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