Half-handed Cloud - The Famine's Hard lyrics

The famine's hard, the city's sieged And we've forgotten who we need I ate my son and I regret But you don't know how desperate Oh the king, he rides the wall When I cried his clothes he tore Jahoram, he blamed the Lord We saw potato sack underwear "To k** Elisha and have his head" Is what that wicked king had said Elisha trusted, despite the mail And prophesied a flour sale Four lepers, empty camp And they weren't coming back Retreated from the music Of an army soundtrack And then we plundered deserted tents I sold my flour for a pence