Temple of the Dog

Hunger Strike

Rising Hunger: A Poignant Tale of Desperation and Injustice

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Lyrics

I don't mind stealin' bread from the mouths of decadents

I am willing to steal food from the mouths of those who live in luxury.

But I can't feed on the powerless when my cup's already overfilled, yeah

I cannot take advantage of the powerless when I already have more than enough.

But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'

Despite my situation, there is food available on the table, and a fire is burning.

And they're farmin' babies, while slaves are workin'

People are reproducing ("farmin' babies") while others are enslaved and working.

The blood is on the table and the mouths are chokin'

There is a crisis with blood on the table, and people are suffering and struggling to breathe.

But I'm goin' hungry, yeah

Despite the circumstances, I am experiencing hunger.

I don't mind stealin' bread from the mouths of decadents

Repetition of the willingness to steal bread from the rich.

But I can't feed on the powerless when my cup's already overfilled, uh huh

Reiteration that taking advantage of the powerless is not an option due to excess.

But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'

Continuation of the scene with food on the table and a fire burning.

And they're farmin' babies, while the slaves are all workin'

More emphasis on the contrast between reproduction and slavery.

And it's on the table, their mouths are chokin'

The crisis continues, with people struggling to breathe.

But I'm goin' hungry (goin' hungry)

Despite the availability of food, the narrator is still experiencing hunger.