Lyrics

Well I don't mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadents 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 decadents But I can't feed on the powerless When my cup's already overfilled 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)