Hunger Strike

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)