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 is cooking
And
their farming babies
While
the slaves are working
The
blood is on the table
And
their mouths are choking
But I'm
growing 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
Oho, ah
But
it's on the table
The
fire is cooking
And
their farming babies
While
the slaves are working
And
it's on the table
Their
mouths are choking
But I'm
growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm
growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm
growing hungry (Growing hungry)...
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