Hunger Strike

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 cooking And they're starving babies, And the slaves are all working Blood is on the table, The mouths are choking I'm going 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 overfilled But it's on the table, The fire's cooking And they're starving babies, And the slaves are all working And it's on the table, The mouths are choking I'm going hungry