Hungry Years - Saxon

They came down from the north

To the plough they were forged

On the traces of a man who’d been before

Right up from the street

Came the ranks of unemployed

Then everything became the hungry years

They searched the hungry years (*)

For the triumphs by the fears

There’s a chance they had to take

They were waiting for a break

They searched the hungry years

For the triumphs by the fears

Some make it to the stars

Playing rock and roll guitars

Playing rock and roll guitars

They read under the lights (**)

To the jews and to the whites

The systems gonna change and understand them

The business world is deep

For a percentage of the heat

There was magic in the eyes

They couldn’t see the lies

They watched it slowly die

Some take the fame

And some take the blame

Maybe they will and maybe they won’t

Tonight…