Appetite - James Iha

A kind of lust

For a lot of fuss

Your name in lights it dazzles your eyes

A gift for gab

Oh but what a drag

You’re perched high in a gilded cage

No garden sounds, no sacred grounds

No brilliant heights just an appetite

A bully’s face

No natural grace

Your anger moves you like the moon and sun

No one to blame

A book of names

You thumb its pages when you feel blue

A dramedy filled with endless scenes

Lots of stage lights

And an appetite

If no one cares

Go on a tear

You stamp your feet until they can’t ignore

A bitter cup

Fill it up