What are we craving? Why are we cold? We are the prosperous The children are cold The hunger of living Brings badness in time I see a sad woman Who smiles for a dime His home is tomorrow His hunger his life He never competes In the gold seeker strife A land who we pity A land we despise What is this pleasure That lives in his eyes? What are we craving? Hungry and cold The coins fill our pockets With wonders untold