“Well 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's cooking

And they're farming babies

The slaves are all working

Blood is on the table

The mouths are all choking

But I'm goin' 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”

Hunger Strike-Temple Of The Dog