Bite The Hand - ABC

作词：Martin Fry/Mark White/Stephen Barry Singleton

作曲：Martin Fry/Mark White/Stephen Barry Singleton

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 move again the grain commotion

Before a global war

Wed better bridge the ocean

Just like an open wound that

Forever bleeds like an open plain

In scattered seeds or the foolish man

Believing all he reads

He begs he pleads