Temple of the Dog - 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 But it's on the table The fire's cooking And they're farming babies While the slaves are working Blood is on the table And the mouths are choking But I'm going 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 fire's 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 going hungry I'm going hungry I don't mind stealing bread I'm going hungry (Going hungry)