Bellies Are Full - Portugal. The Man

Look at him working wearing his hands to the

bone just to prove where he came from

The man’s always worried, the man only worries

himself if his pay and his bellies of mention

If we had the money, we’d climb our

way back down somehow

and if we’re in the garden don’t you know that

our bellies are full

His eyes always moving licking about as they

please, you know he’s always in question

hair falling about him favors fair please and

polite very fond and glad to have known you

If we had the money, we’d climb our way

back down somehow

and if we’re in the garden don’t you know that

our bellies are full

now that heavens out the way

Don’t you feed them hungry or to hold somebody

when you’re sleeping through that night all alone

hold tight maybe we’re all hungry and lonely

cause those fires don’t burn well alone

Look at him moving, listen to feet falling bare

on the stone all about him

that tamborines ringing, those bells have all worried their minds

because there’s no sorted of safety here

our bellies are full now that heavens out of the way.

Don’t you feed them hungry or to hold somebody

when you’re sleeping through that night all alone

hold tight maybe we’re all hungry and lonely

cause those fires don’t burn well alone