Written By: Christopher J. Cornell

Lyrics (Start at 0:12):

Well, 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
While the slaves are all working
The blood is on the table
And the mouths are choking
But I’m going 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, uh-huh

But it’s on the table
The fire’s cooking
And they’re farming babies
And the slaves are all working
And it’s on the table
The mouths are choking

But I’m going hungry
Going hungry
I’m going hungry
Going hungry
I’m going hungry
I’m 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
Ooh, I don’t mind
No, I don’t mind stealing bread
Yeah

I’m going hungry
Going hungry
I’m going hungry
Going hungry, yeah