Saintseneca - Fed up with hunger

^GWhen we're barely ^Emawake And the h^Ceat of the ^Amday is weight I ^Gwait to ^Emsate my sorry ^Clongings for your ^Amrolling over

And ^Gyet, here I ^Emsweat ^CSomehow familiar with ^Amneeds that are never met ^GHow does o^Emne so young bec^Come so ^Amfed up with hunger?

^GNo I know I ^GKnow I know I'^Bmm ^Amsafe from you want^{G G}No I, know I ^GKnow I, know I ^{Bm Am}Got hallways I could ha^Gunt ^GAnd I know^Bm it's ^Amall for you And ^GI know ^Bm it's r^Amaining flaming sulfur ^Gfumes

^GWhen we're d^Emoused in the same flames ^CBurning without ^Amhesitating ^GWet beds ^Emspread with ^Cflesh that's ^Amquenchless ^GAnd I^{Em C}miss beh^Amavior

^GNo I know I ^GKnow I know I ^{Bm Am}want what you want^{G G}No I, know I ^GKnow I, know I ^{Bm Am}Got hallways I could ha^Gunt ^GAnd I know^Bm it's ^Amall for you And ^GI know ^Bm it's r^Amaining flaming sulfur fumes

^GLong ^Bmdays I ^Amspend in the ^Dbusinesses of ^GLow wa^Bmge hea^Amvy with this ^Dlistlessness so ^GDon't my ^Bmdollars ^Amweigh the ^Dsame as any other? ^GDon't that ^Bmbuy me ^Amrights to ^Dbuy what I des^Gire?