half handed cloud - the famine's hard lyrics
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the famine’s hard, the city’s sieged,
and we’ve forgotten who we need
“i ate my son, and i regret
but you don’t know how desperate
oh the king, he rides the wall
when i cried his clothes he tore
jahoram, he blamed the lord
we saw potato-sack underwear.”
“to kill elisha, and have his head, ”
is what that wicked king had said
elisha trusted, despite the mail
and prophesized a flour sale
four lepers, empty camp
and they weren’t coming back
retreated from the music
of an army soundtrack
and then we plundered deserted tents
i sold my flour for a pence
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