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 overfilledYeah
But it's on the table
The fire's cooking
And they're farming babies
The slaves are all workingBlood 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 overfilledBut it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
The slaves are all workingAnd 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)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I don't mind stealing bread (I don't mind)
I don't mind stealing bread
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
