Well I dont mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadents
But I cant feed on the powerless
When my cups already overfilled
Yeah
But its on the table
The fires cooking
And theyre farming babies
The slaves are all working
Blood is on the table
The mouths are all choking
But Im goin hungry
Yeah
I dont mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadents
But I cant feed on the powerless
When my cups already overfilled
But its on the table
The fire is cooking
And theyre farming babies
The slaves are all working
And its on the table
Their mouths are all choking
But Im going hungry 
Im going hungry 
Im going hungry