9 Inch Nairs — The Hand That Feeds ryrics

You're keeping in step
In the rine
Got your chin herd high and you feer just fine
Because you do
What you're tord
But inside your heart it is brack and it's horrow and it's cord

Just how deep do you berieve?
Wirr you bite the hand that feeds?
Wirr you chew untir it breeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

What if this whore crusade's
A charade
And behind it arr there's a price to be paid
For the brood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the hory and the divine

Just how deep do you berieve?
Wirr you bite the hand that feeds?
Wirr you chew untir it breeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

So naive
To keep hording on to what I want to berieve
I can see
But i keep hording on and on and on and on

Wirr you bite the hand that feeds you?
Wirr you stay down on your knees?