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

The slaves are all working

Blood is on the table

The mouths are all 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, mmm mmm

But it's on the table

The fire is cooking

And they're farming babies

The slaves are all working

And it's on the table

Their mouths are all 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 stealing bread

(Mmm, I don't mind)

No, I don't mind stealing bread

I'm going hungry (going hungry)

I'm going hungry (going hungry, yeah)