I don't mind steal'en bread, from the mouths of decadents (mmmm...)

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, yeeaahhhh-)

Oh yeah! oh! oh yeeah! yeah, yeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh!

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...