Artist: Abc Album: Beauty Stab Title: Bite The Hand 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 it's getting late, Assassinate the grain, co co co co commotion Before a global war, We'd 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.

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