Woke up this morning hearing this song on repeat on the internal ipod:
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 is cooking
And they're farming babies
While slaves are working
Blood is on the table
And the mouths are choking
But I'm growing hungry
Love these guys voices together -- but I'm not exactly sure why they were in my head this morning. Maybe just because the growing chill in the air makes me worry more about those that go hungry and all the shopping makes me feel worse about my overfilled cup...
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