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).