While a humble man works with unquenchable faith Unpreachable in words A silent man acts, he doesn't speak And the deed is done and never heard The unseen sings from him But words are not enough We sing with a hunger, you can call it an anger But we sing with an angry love We sing with a hunger You can call it an anger But we sing with a hunger We sing with an angry love We sing with a hunger You can call it an anger But we sing with a hunger We sing with an angry love We sing a song of struggle for rising slaves For the one who's hit because they never obey For the woman's struggle against great odds For those fools who are trying to be gods A song for the mother's love for a child And for the tamed who fights to be wild For the smell of the earth, the flight of the bird And for its song in the trees For the sun to fall on, the seeds to grow from A song for the commonest weeds We sing with a hunger You can call it an anger But we sing with a hunger We sing with an angry love We sing with a hunger You can call it an anger But we sing with a hunger We sing with an angry love Hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger Anger, anger, anger, anger, anger Hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger Anger, anger, anger We sing a song with calm gaze or flashing eyes That serves no-one, that laughs and cries A song of pensive thought, a song of games Or for a solitary walk down a lonely lane Well he never sang of manly life 'Cause he feels like he's still a child And he never sang of peaceful life 'Cause this life drove him wild And we sing with a hunger You can call it an anger But we sing with a hunger We sing with an angry love We sing with a hunger You can call it an anger But we sing with a hunger We sing with an angry love