I don't mind steal'en bread
from the mouths of decadents (mm)
But I can't feed on the powerless
when my cup's already over filled
And it's on the table, the fire's cook'en
And they're farming babies, all the slaves are work'en
Blood is on the table, mouths are choke'n
I'm go'in hungry

Yeah
I don't mind stealing bread
from the mouths of decadents
And I can't feed on the powerless
when my cup's already over filled
And it's on the table, the fire's cook'en
And they're farming babies, all the slaves are work'en
Blood is on the table, all the mouths are choke'n
I'm go'in hungry (I'm go'in hungry)
I'm go'in hungry (I'm go'in hungry)
I'm go'in hungry (I'm go'in hungry, yeah!)
I'm go'in hungry (I'm go'in hungry, yeeaahh-)

Oh yeah! Oh! Oh yeeah! Yeah, yeeaahh!

I'm go'in hungry! (I'm go'in hungry!)
I'm go'in hungry! (I'm go'in hungry!)
I'm go'in hungry! (I'm go'in hungry!)
(Yeah!)

Oh-ohh, oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh
(I don't mind steal'en bread, oh-)
(I don't mind steal'en bread, yeah)
I'm go'in hungry, (I'm go'in hungry!)
I'm go'in hungry (I'm go'in hungry!) Yeah-yeah!
Oh