So hang tough - hungry hearts Caught in the crossfire of making your mark So hang tough - hungry hearts So hang tough - hungry hearts Caught in the crossfire
sound of your voice And I will be victorious Hold on to me Like I hold on to you Make it come true And I will be victorious Oh victorious I want you
him We're coming home pretty soon, coming home In the seventh turning hour, will the victims' shadow fall? Should the irony grow hungry? With the victory
, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65 Watching an already dead world vanish We the banished and outlawed wander Hither and yonder Like dogs gone hungry
by it. * Words sometimes don't seem to mean much; Of anyone we've used more that most. Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
blood - devour the heart The glory of death shall flow through your veins With strength were you born With strength shall you rise Carrion crows circle the skies Hungry
no end in sight But human nature is still on our side as the politicians Fall into landslide we're out on the street, Feeling the beat of the heart's
of war Ride on the sky Old kingdom will fall Like a moondust... Reflecting down the walleys- So pure, hungry for blood The hearts of the dark ones Thunders
a sucker you took the bait Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up You're hungry for
All out together All out as one All out for victory Till we've won. All out together All out as one All out for victory All out till we've won BILLY
our songs of victory We have prayed to you for rain We have cried your compassion To renew the land again Now we're standing in your presence More hungry
the warrior, the warrior I am the warrior Shooting at the walls of heartache A warrior, I am the warrior And heart to heart you'll win Heart to heart
An army of ambition is moving and it shakes the ground Ten thousand hungry hearts with iron heels Burns and rapes Sucks the earth dry Cuts and slays All
couch and Ravages My Heart Yes Sorrow and Fear for what's become of this House Once so Great, now lost and cold, Hungry Spirits stalk these Halls But
kill him we're coming home pretty soon Coming home In the seventh turning hour Will the victims shadow fall? Should the irony grow hungry? With the victory
dem dey inna slavery Dem caan nyam nuh food without nuh money So foolish is the man Eat food in fruitful Zion yet him hungry A tell yuh fi Cleanse yuh