From Hunger — текст песни (Todd Rundgren)

Its never your fault, sweet mother

That I was raised in the days

Of the house-husband craze

But the taste of your loving udder

Was replaced by another

Dried cow puss and rubber

And now a hunger still thrives

A hunger that Ive never satisfied



Im fumbling through life

From hunger

I writhe for someone

With a place I can hide my eyes

Im searching for a mighty heart

Housed with a mighty crest

And from this base of operation

I would pacify the nation



But then who would rely

On a boob such as i

Ill be anyones twit

For a mouthful of tittie



And still that hunger will thrive

A hunger that Ive never satisfied



Im fumbling through life

From hunger

I writhe for someone

With a place I can hide my eyes

And Ive got big eyes

For someone

With a place I can hide these eyes

And that aint all