Hunger strike (Temple of The Dog) Lyrics
I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cups already overfilled
But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
While the slaves are working
The blood is on the table
And their mouths are choking
But I'm growing hungry
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