Pearl Jam
"Hunger Strike"

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

And the slaves are all working

Blood is on the table

The mouths are chokin'

I'm going hungry

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 starving babies

And the slaves are all working

And it's on the table

The mouths are choking

I'm going hungry