War Without Room for an Argument

Hunger makes us do some crazy things War without room for an argument Stomach empty as a pocket is War without room for an argument Tiny feet that scamper in the night War without room for an argument Ignorant and blind from appetite War without room for an argument Sleeps with one eye open maybe two War without room for an argument No stone left unturned or unattuned War without room for an argument When the cats away When the cats away When the cats away You'll know where to find me