Hunger Strike
Temple of the Dog
1991
Well I don't mind stealing bread
from the mouths of decadents
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 slaves are working
The 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 decadents
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
Their mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry (going hungry)
I'm going hungry (going hungry)
I'm going hungry (going hungry)
I'm going hungry (going hungry)