Well, I don't mind stealin' bread
From the mouths of decadence -
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already over-filled....
Yeah...
But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And the farmin' babies of the slaves are workin'.
Blood is on the table and the mouths are chokin'...
But I'm goin' hungry.
I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence;
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already over-filled....mmmhmm....
But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And the farmin' babies of the slaves are a'workin'.
And it's on the table, the mouths are chokin'...
But I'm goin' hungry.
I'm goin' hungry, yeah..
I'm goin' hungry, yeah...
Yeah, I don't mind stealin' bread...ooooooo......
I don't mind...
I don't mind stealin' bread...yeah.....
I'm goin' hungry, yeah...