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
But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
While slaves are all working
Blood is on the table
And the mouths are choking
But 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
But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
While slaves are working
And is on the table
And the mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
Yeah I don't mind stealing bread
(Ooh I don't mind)
No I don't mind stealing bread
I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
I'm going hungry
(Going Hungry...Yeah)
