Temple Of The Dog hunger strike

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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, yeah
But it's on the table, the fire is cooking
And they're farming babies while slaves are working
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, the mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry, I'm going hungry

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