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