Bite The Hand

With a little faith we could raise the land



With a little hope we could move as planned



With a little faith we could raise the land



With a little hope we could move as planned



Farm the ghetto up,



Feed the famine down with our nose to the grindstone



Ear to the ground



Find a steady job,



Build a happy home



Farm a steady crop,



Then depose the throne



We could irrigate thirst quenching lake,



Make a fertile place



Thus the desert spake...







Spill the feathers up,



Slash the silk might as well stop boo



Hooing over all that spilt milk,



Empty trap, screaming eye,



Seething lip, stop wondering



Why butter mountains here.



Better motivate it's getting late,



Assassinate the grain, co co co co commotion



Before a global war,



We'd better bridge the ocean







Just like an open wound that



Forever bleeds just like an open plain



In scattered seeds or the foolish man



Believing all he reads,



He begs, he pleads.






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