Hunger Strike Songtext - Temple Of The Dog

Hunger Strike - Temple Of The Dog

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 while slaves are all working
Blood is on the table and their mouths are 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

But it's on the table, the fire's cooking
And they're farming babies while slaves are all working
And it's on the table, the 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)


I'm going hungry
(going hungry)

I'm going hungry
(going hungry)


Yeah, I don't mind stealin' bread
(I don't mind)

No, I don't mind stealin' bread

I'm going hungry
(going hungry)

I'm going hungry
(going hungry)

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