Hunger Strike

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, And it's on the table The fire's cooking And they're farming babies While the slaves are working The blood is on the table And the mouths are choking 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 And it's on the table The fire's cooking And they're farming babies While the slaves are all working The blood is on the table And mouths are choking I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) (Yeah) I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) Yeah Oh Yeah Oh Yeah Yeah Yeah I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) Yeah Oh Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh I don't mind stealing bread Oh I don't mind stealing bread Yeah I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) Yeah I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry) Yeah Oh