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)
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