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
But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And theY'RE starvin' babies,and the slaves are all workin'
But it's on the table,the mouths are chokin'
But I'm goin' hungryI'm goin' hungry
I'm goin' hungryI'm goin' hungry