Feast or Famine - The Walkabouts

In a trailer park with hungry dogs

Eat stolen bread

With stolen credit cards

With half a brain

I’d torch this mess

Have all these things

So I don’t ask for more

Never sure it’s about to happen

Wait for sweepstakes in the mail

What you don’t know it will rip you open

Feast or famine

Feast or famine

Took a leave from better sense

A hypocrite who bit on every line

Have no time for another laugh

Bought a car and drove it off a cliff

Never sure it’s about to happen

Wait for sweepstakes in the mail

What you don’t know it will rip you open

Feast or famine

Feast or famine