Mistaken, caught out, thinking My home was my own There's war on these shores Save your tickets for the poor And they'll never be finished with you And they'll never be finished with you What's eating you? What you feeding? What's eating you? What you feeding? Please shout softly These words must be sold Won't weigh your heart with a feather Our preference, is gold And they'll tell you what freedom should feel like And they'll tell you what freedom should feel like What's eating you? What you feeding? What's eating you? What you feeding?