Insurrection - Sick Of It All

Resentful, I’m sure the feeling is mutual

Power for those with the most capital

Upper echelon not in touch at all

Grabbing at straws, desperation

Whatcha' gonna do about it?

Where are you gonna run?

Whatcha' gonna do about it

That you haven’t already done?

No more joy in the lives of the skuoned and exited

Screaming from silence

Pent up inside us

All this frustration, has bred all this violence

In the commotion power was at hand

In the confusion wealth was up for grabs

Both looked appealing we took all that we could

Control was ours and then we understood

Helpless, I’m sure the feeling is typical

Glory for those with the most capital

Upper echelon we rule with an iron hand

Crushing any insurrection

Whatcha' gonna do about it

There’s nothing you can do…