(damn These) Hungry Times Lyrics - Cousteau

It's so formless 

That's what's killing me 

Remorseless, relentless 

And it's endlessly this pressure 

On pleasures hard to find 

Its expression 

Walks amongst these hungry times 

Like the blues made flesh 

And so it goes... 

What of this can we keep 

We're scratching out a living here 

Where living is dear and life is cheap 

So we pray to all of the gods who'll listen 

Deliver me, consider me 

Get rid of these hostilities at my shoes 

How can it be true, I... 

I'll toe the line 

But damn these hungry times 

Just a little would taste so fine 

But damn these hungry times 

I'm suspicious 

If love don't leave no scars 

Between its kisses 

Its curses and its calm 

You know it won't do 

If love's enough to eat 

Then we'd hunger 

And on the licks of love we'd feast 

'Til we're ghosts... 

Of a memory...