I don't mind stealin' 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 is cookin'
And they're farmin' babies
While the slaves are workin'
The blood is on the table
And their mouths are chokin'
But I'm growin' hungry...
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 is cookin'
And they're farmin' babies
While the slaves are workin'
The blood is on the table
And their mouths are chokin'
But I'm growin' hungry...
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