If you think things are bad
Then you've got blinders instead of vision
Hope you wake up tomorrow
Five hundred years ago
I bet you'd die within
Ten minutes you had to explain yourself
I know how privileged you are
Your delusional suffering
You're doing just fine
I know how privileged you are
You do this all the time
You're doing just fine
Downtown baby go to sleep
I know you need more to eat
But supplies are low
I'm running dry
Yeah, my stock is low
And I know why
Yeah, I'm running low
And I know why
DEMANDS
Feed me, Feed me, Feed me
Downtown baby go to sleep
I know you need some more to eat
But I'm running dry, dry, dry, dry