Look at him working
Wearing his hands to the bone
Just to prove where he came from

The man's always worried
The man only worries his eyes
That pain is bellies of mention

But if we had the money
We'd climb our way back down somehow
And if we're in the garden
Don't you know that our bellies are (full)

His eyes always moving
Licking about as they please
You know he's always in question

Hair falling about him
Favors fair please and polite
Very fond to have known you

But if we had the money
We'd climb our way back down somehow
And if we're in the garden
Don't you know that our bellies are (full)

Full now that heaven's out the way
Full now that heaven's out the way, heaven's out the way

No, don't you feed them hungry or hold somebody (hold tight, maybe we're all hungry and lonely)
When you're sleeping through that night all alone ('cause those fires don't burn well alone)

Look at him moving, listen to feet falling bare on the stone all about him
That tamborine's ringing, those bells have all worried their minds
'Cause there's no sort of safety here

But if we had the money
We'd climb our way back down somehow
And if we're in the garden
Don't you know that our bellies are (full)

Full now that heaven's out the way
Full now that heaven's out the way, heaven's out the way
Full now that heaven's out the way

Don't, don't you feed them hungry or hold somebody
When you're sleeping through that night all alone
Don't, don't you feed them hungry or hold somebody
When you're sleeping through that night all alone

Don't you feed them hungry or hold somebody (hold tight, maybe we're all hungry and lonely)
When you're sleeping through that night all alone ('cause those fires don't burn well alone)
Don't, don't you feed them hungry or hold somebody (hold tight, maybe we're all hungry and lonely)
When you're sleeping through that night all alone ('cause those fires don't burn well alone)

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): John Baldwin Gourley