In a dark and sweaty room in '69, tables turning
Dancing girls, silly girls, all kinds of girls and it was loud
Tuning up to madness in the back room, candles burning
Present the Stinking Hippy and throw the naked thunder to the crowd
In the Hungry Days
The long and lonely highway drags along, it's going nowhere
Sickness and disease and mad corruption, something's going wrong
The mountain's getting cold and lonely, the trees are bare
We all came out to Montreaux, but that's another song
You've heard it all before
In Hungry Days
Along the Mountain Road to do some drinking
And now we're mobile again
Different girls, laughing girls, forever girls, and it's so loud
The crew have lost again, they are beaten men
The winning team united, living for the crowd
These are the Hungry Days
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