
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 while slaves are working
The blood is on the table and the mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry
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
Uh
But it's on the table, the fire's cooking
And they're farming babies while slaves are working
And it's on the table, the mouths are choking
And I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I don't mind stealing bread (I don't mind)
I don't mind stealing bread
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)