I haven't seen your facenIn such a long, long timenWe were wondering when you might come aroundnWas it all about money?nWas it just about time?nBut we realized just what you're all aboutnnYou're all about starving the fevernAnd feeding the coldnWith your bird in handnYou say it keeps you down to earthnnWell the morning is a long time comingnAnd you can see it as plain as daynWas it a hard comedown or are you back for more?nAnd the winter week's been growingnTell me do you miss that child?nYou know she's getting tall, I saw her yesterdaynnYou're all about starving the fevernAnd feeding the coldnWith your gun in handnYou say it keeps your children warmnnAnd I'm getting old before my timenLooking for what little truth there is to findnnI feel those river fingers grippingnAll the life that's left insidenDon't try to tell me that you've changednYour story's getting oldnThere's the Simon Silk Mill breathingnBreathing her songs into the airnI feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so muchnI feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so muchnnYou're all about starving the fevernAnd feeding the coldnWith your bird in handnYou say it keeps you down to earthnDown to earthnnYou're all about starving the fevernAnd feeding the coldnWith your gun in handnYou say it keeps your children warmnYour children warmnnIt won't get any betternIt won't get any betternIt won't get any betternIt won't get any better