Hungry People

The tip of my tongue
Is still bleeding from
What I said wrong
To you last night
And the fire from my lungs
Is still burning up your
God-shaped heart

You think it's gone
Baby you can't be any more wrong
And it's all coming back,
It's all coming back to you

Use your head little boy
To do what you've been told
Use your nose little boy
To sniff out the white lines on the road

I've got it on my own
Seeping in my bones
And now it's moving
It's moving into everybody else's home

You think it's gone
Baby you can't be any more wrong
And it's all coming back, it's all coming back to you

Cause when I bleed it
All my feeling's gone