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 is cooking
 And they're farming babies
 While slaves are working
 Blood is on the table
 And the mouths are choking
 But I'm growing 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 fires 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 growing hungry
 I'm going hungry