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 cooking
And their farming babies
While the slaves are working

The blood is on the table
And their mouths are choking
But I’m growing 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
Oho, ah

But it’s on the table
The fire is cooking
And their farming babies
While the slaves are working

And it’s on the table
Their mouths are choking
But I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)…