Insurrection (исполнитель: 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
has bred all this violence.

In [bad word] 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 [bad word] with an iron hand.
 [bad word] any insurrection.
Whatcha' gonna do about it
There's nothing you can do...
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