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
And it's on the table
The fire's is cooking
And they're farming babies
While the slaves are working
The blood is on the table
The mouths are choking
I'm going 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
And it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
While the slaves are working
The blood is on the table
The mouths are choking
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry, yeah)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry, yeah)
Oh yeah
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
Yeah
Ooh
Ooh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh
I don't mind stealing bread
Ooh
I don't mind stealing bread
Yeah
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
Yeah
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
Yeah
Ooh