I don't mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadence But I can't feed on the powerless When my cup's already overfilled Yeah
But it's on the table The fire's cooking And they're farming babies The slaves are all working
Blood is on the table The mouths are all choking But I'm goin' hungry, yeah
I don't mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadence But I can't feed on the powerless When my cup's already overfilled, mmm mmm
But it's on the table The fire is cooking And they're farming babies The slaves are all working
And it's on the table Their mouths are all choking But I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry)