Can Opener My stomach is empty, My cupboards are bare, I've looked and I've looked And I've looked everywhere An artist is starving And Lord knows that aint fair! A week went by Then on one fine day There was one can of soup Hidden away I shouted hooray But then to my dismay I can't get what's inside, I've tried and I've tried and I've tried, Lord I've gotta survive, But I can't get what's inside I stab it, I stomp it I throw it on the floor I've done all I can', I can't take no more, It's all that I've got and a lot of artist are Poor! Poor! Poor! I can't get what's inside, I can't I don't even know why, The guy who made it lied, 'Cuz I can't get what's inside... I can't get what's inside! I rage and I scream and I cry! Without it I'm gonna die! I can't get what's inside, Oh how long will I be alive...