I'm hungry, I'm `thirsty
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, human
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, human

Remains satisfy me
And satiate my chance of living
Each day fighting to see
Another day breaking down

Lean horse, dry grass, and dry the mouth
Burning the feet to survive
The backcountry's desire
From afar seeing the rain arriving

Down the mount, up the street
Falls the night, turn ashcan more and more
The food of disdain is the joy
Of a belly snoring

Sun in the miller, move the bolter
Ask The Lord for salvation
The drop of sweat that quenches one's thirst
Of a human that works for the nation

Of the power nor the memory
Little remains of hope for changing
Different realities that we hear
The promises nailing

I don't live on a strict diet
'Cause I don't have a strict diet to live
Weak men can't stand up
Don't have resistance to give