Theres people hauling people
Out from under their homes
Theres people hauling people
Out through the groaning stones
You can see me tonight,
Ill be shell shocked and white in the cold light of dawn
But I aint gonna cry just to give some guy
Food for songs

People going hungry,
Stand like a sackfull of bones,
People going hungry, feeding a billion homes
So I put my dead child down, you put your tv on
Well I aint gonna cry just to give some guy
Food for songs

Yeah, theres people beating people,
To keep the system strong
People beating people, to keep the illusion going
So Im going to fight every day of my life til theyre gone
But I aint gonna die just to give some guy
Food for songs

Yeah, theres people holding people,
Making those wailing sounds,
Yeah, theres people holding people,
Watching them lower me down
So I take my leave and you take what you see
And you make it what you want
But when I see you in hell, I will give you some
Food for songs.