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)
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