歌词
Who breaks bread for blood at night
Drinks the sweat of those that fight
Has no face but name is known
Hangs up coat that violent men would own
Who breaks bread for blood at midnight
Who breaks bread for blood
Have you seen their filthy work
Hands unclean with greeded form
Immigrants are the ones
Holding up the target for his gun
Who breaks bread for blood at midnight
Who breaks bread for blood at midnight
Who breaks bread for blood at midnight
Who breaks bread for blood at midnight
Who breaks bread for blood at midnight
Who breaks bread for blood at midnight
Who breaks bread for blood