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 is cookin'
And they're farming babies
While the slaves are working

The blood is on the table
And their mouths are choking
But I'm goin' 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
Uh, huh

But it's on the table
The fire is cookin'
And they're farming babies
While the slaves are working

And it's on the table
Their mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry (goin' hungry)
I'm goin' hungry (goin' hungry)
I'm goin' hungry (goin' hungry)

I'm goin' hungry (goin' hungry)
I'm goin' hungry (goin' hungry)

Yeah, I don't mind stealin' bread (I don't mind)
No, I don't mind stealin' bread
I'm goin' hungry (goin' hungry)
I'm goin' hungry (goin' hungry)