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's cooking And they're farming babies while slaves are all working Blood is on the table and their 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's cooking And they're farming babies while slaves are all working And it's on the table, the mouths are choking But I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry) Yeah, I don't mind stealin' bread (I don't mind) No, I don't mind stealin' bread I'm going hungry (going hungry) I'm going hungry (going hungry)