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