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 cookin’
And their farming babies
While the slaves are all workin’
Blood is on the table
And the mouths are all choking
But I’m going 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, uh-huh
But it’s on the table
The fire’s cookin’
And their farming babies
While the slaves are all workin’
And it’s on the table
Their mouths are all chokin’
But I’m goin’ hungry (going hungry)
I’m goin’ hungry (I’m going hungry)
I’m goin’ hungry (going hungry)
I’m goin’ hungry (going hungry)

I’m goin’ hungry (going hungry)
I’m goin’ hungry (going hungry)

(Yeah, I don’t mind stealing bread)
I don’t mind
(No, I don’t mind stealing bread)
I’m goin’ hungry (going hungry, yeah)
I’m goin’ hungry (going hungry, yeah)



Song name Hunger Strike
Artist Temple of the Dog
Album Temple of the Dog
Year 1991
Track number 3
Language American English