Temple of The Dog - Hunger Strike lyrics

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 is cooking

And they're farming babies

While slaves are working

Blood is on the table

And the mouths are choking

But I'm growing 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 fires cooking

And they're farming babies

While the slaves are all working

And it's on the table

The mouths are choking

But I'm growing hungry

I'm going hungry