Ana Porter Hunger Lyrics

I'm tired of holding out for it, tired of waiting around for it,
Weighing in pound for pound with it, face down humping the ground for it.
I'm tired of whoring the little I got like a blind old beggar in a parking lot,
Like a joke machine that cranks and smokes and everyday tells the same bad joke.

What I need is a little bit of hunger
That I can dig myself out from under,
A hard rain and a roll of thunder,
A little greed, a little bit of hunger.

I'm sick of holding the door for it, forever wanting more from it,
Never get to the core of it, always a tug of war with it.
I'm sick of running 'round the same old track, sitting here spinning like a beetle on its back,
Tired of pouring buckets of sand and then counting the grains left in my hand.

What I need is a little bit of hunger
That I can dig myself out from under,
A hard rain and a roll of thunder,
A little greed, a little bit of hunger. What I need is a little bit of hunger
What I need is a little bit of greed
A hard rain and a roll of thunder,
That I can dig myself out from under.

My lover's arms are warm, why would I want to leave my bed this morning? No matter, day is dawning...
Gimme one good reason why, I should try and try and try and write line after flaccid little line.
But I'm scared of holding out for it, scared of coming face to face with it,
But I cannot bear the lack of it, so I am stuck here back to back with it.

What I need is a little bit of hunger
That I can dig myself out from under,
A hard rain and a roll of thunder,
A little greed, a little bit of hunger.

What I need is a little bit of hunger
What I need is a little bit of greed,
A hard rain and a roll of thunder,
That I can dig myself out from under.

What I need is a little bit of hunger,
A little greed, a little bit of hunger...