Listen to the lyrics of this song
Chorus
I don’t mind stealin’ bread from the mouths of decadents
But I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled, uh huh
But it’s on the table, the fire’s cookin’
And they’re farmin’ babies, while the slaves are all workin’
And it’s on the table, their mouths are all chokin’
But I’m goin’ hungry (Goin’ hungry)
I’m goin’ hungry (I’m goin’ hungry)
I’m goin’ hungry (Goin’ hungry)
I’m goin’ hungry (Goin’ hungry)
