I don't mind stealin' bread
From the mouths of decadents
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
Yeah

Oh but it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And they're farmin' babies while the slaves are workin'
The blood is on the table, and the mouths are chokin'
But I'm goin' hungry

I don't mind stealin' bread
From the mouths of decadents
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
Yeah

Aw
But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And they're farmin' babies while the slaves are workin'
The blood is on the table, and the mouths are chokin'... !

And I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)
I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)
I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)
I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)

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I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)
I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)

(Yeah, uh, I don't mind stealin' bread!)
Uh, I don't mind
(I don't mind stealin' bread!)
I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)
I'm goin' hungry... (I'm goin' hungry!)