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Albums:

Still Hungry (Twisted Sister) · Still Hungry (Twisted Sister) · Still Hungry [Bonus Tracks] (Twisted Sister) · Still Still Still: A Christmas Collection (Martin Sasse) · White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Great Band With Great Voices/Swing the Great Voices of the Great Bands (Johnny Mann) · I'm Not Hungry But I Like to Eat (Erwin Helfer) · Love Hungry (Warner Mack) · Hungry Years (Digital Remix) (Accept) · Hungry Again (Dolly Parton) – and 90 other albums »


Night owns my white bones
But what's left is still saying
Strange prayers in high places
Wild airs with wilder graces
Birds fly with no motion
hungry,
Don't wanna die like a little dog.
Gonna take what I can get,
I'm the monkey man,
With the great, great monkey plan.

It's crazy, crazy, little man,
the scars still linger

I cannot grow
I cannot move
I cannot fell my age
The vice like grip of tension holds me fast
Engulfed by you
What can I do
Raised by black and white dogs to some country, some rock-n-roll. 
They said now boy your gonna have to quit your houlling so. 
Staying up all night
shapes
Hungry stalking their prey
A long time has passed
Since they went away

This is the call for a great man's return
Longing for the old age, let
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
saved lives by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have
[Chorus]
My hair's turning white, 
My neck's always been red, 
My collar's still blue, 
We've always been here 
Just trying to sing the truth to you.
(In the western sky)
(My kingdom come)

So still so dark all over Europe
And I ride down the highway 101
By the side of the ocean headed for
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still
Well there's a cruel sun beating
Where there once was a river
Crops are bending in the heat
But still her dark skin shivers
When you move
The terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin,

It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see,
Misery and famine, it compels us
slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer
washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody's buying flowers from
I say black
You say white
You do anything to be the one that's right
Go to extremes
Got to win
Still you're not happy
Just see the state you're
great in her heyday

I'm sometimes trapped by the close confines
Of the age I'm born into
Though there were others worse than mine
Well, I miss what
See them drivin' by look at them fancy wheels
Headlights winkin' checkin' each other out
The Great American Pastime is still the automobile
I see a scarecrow standing alone 
A silhouette burning, a perfect form 
A lonesome star, still and white 
Some kind of jewel illuminates the night
Johnny played the rebel - huntin' for a cause 
Sh-sh-sh-short fuse fused dynamite hungry for a spark - ooh yeah 
His 9 mil. Loaded with borrowed
years
Once so green and great that it reached 
All over the Eriador
Huge tracts of lost lands
Beleriand covered by this great vast forest

Creatures
I am a young sailor, my story is sad,
Though once I was carefree and a brave sailor lad,
I courted a lassie by night and by day,
Oh but now she
stood a chance
When the ink ran red on Fleet Street
You turned your eyes to France

Humbled far from Dublin, chased across the waves
Your biting wit still
crushed
By Chinese greed

Pretty young mother by the temple gate
Covers her baby's face against diesel fumes
That look of concern, you can see it still
And ninety second segments officially produced
And aired again, and again, and again
By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men
Well