I dont mind stealing bread, from the mouths of decadents
But I cant fleed on the powerless, when my cups already overfilled
And it's on the table, the fire's cooking
And they're farming babies, the slaves are all working
The blood is on the table, their mouths are all choking
I'm goin' hungry, yeah

I don't mind stealing bread, from the mouths of decadence
But I can't fleed on the powerless, when my cup's already overfilled
And it's on the table, the fire is cooking
And they're farming babies, the slaves are all working
The blood is on the table, their mouths are all choking

And I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)

(oh yeah, oh, yeah, yeah-eah)

I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry, yeah)

(ohoh, oh yeah, yeah yeah)

I dont mind stealing bread, oh
No I dont mind stealing bread

I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry)
I'm going hungry (I'm going hungry, yeah, oh)