Paroles de 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 Yeah But it's on the table The fire is cooking And their farming babies While the slaves are working The blood is on the table And their mouths are choking But I'm growing hungry Yeah 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 Oho, ah But it's on the table The fire is cooking And their farming babies While the slaves are working And it's on the table Their mouths are choking But I'm growing hungry (growing hungry) I'm growing hungry (growing hungry) I'm growing hungry (growing hungry) I'm growing hungry (growing hungry)