Bite The Hand Lyrics - Singles - Abc

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, its getting late 

Assassinate the grain, co, co, co, co, commotion 

Before a global war, wed 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