They came down from the north
 To the plough they were forged
 On the traces of a man who'd been before
 Right up from the street
 Came the ranks of unemployed
 Then everything became the hungry years 

 They searched the hungry years
 For the triumphs by the fears
 There's a chance they had to take
 They were waiting for a break
 They searched the hungry years
 For the triumphs by the fears
 Some make it to the stars
 Playing rock and roll guitars
 Playing rock and roll guitars 

 They read under the lights
 To the jews and to the whites
 The systems gonna change and understand them
 The business world is deep
 For a percentage of the heat
 There was magic in the eyes
 They couldn't see the lies
 They watched it slowly die 

 Some take the fame
 And some take the blame
 Maybe they will and maybe they won't
 Tonight...