Well, I don't mind stealin' bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already over-filled

Yeah

But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And the farmin' babies of the slaves are workin'
Blood is on the table and the mouths are chokin'
But I'm goin' 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 over-filled

But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And the farmin' babies of the slaves are a'workin'
And it's on the table, the mouths are chokin'
But I'm goin' hungry

I'm goin' hungry, yeah
I'm goin' hungry, yeah

Yeah, I don't mind stealin' bread, oh
I don't mind
I don't mind stealin' bread, yeah
I'm goin' hungry, yeah

Run away
Now it's Halloween
Shave your head and burn your sheets
Evil could be right next door
What do blind dogs believe
I don't want to know

Blind
Following blind

Run away
Now it's Halloween
The safe bet is on your knees
Bow your head to the trinity
That's what blind dogs believe
But I've heard that before

Blind
Following blind
Following blind

Following blind
Following blind

Dead on my feet
While my nightmare walks
I fell asleep
Where the freeway talks
Suffer to swim
And dying to sink

These things in the air
They will make you think
Make you think
Make you think