Resentful, I'm sure the feeling is mutual.
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Power for those with the most capital.
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Upper echelon not in touch at all.
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Grabbing at straws, desperation.
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Whatcha' gonna do about it?
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Where are you gonna run?
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Whatcha' gonna do about it
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that you haven't already done?
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No more joy in the lives of the skuoned and exited
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Screaming from silence,
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pent up inside us. All this frustration,
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has bred all this violence.
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In the commotion power was at hand,
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in the confusion wealth was up for grabs,
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both looked appealing we took all that we could,
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control was ours and then we understood.
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Helpless, I'm sure the feeling is typical.
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Glory for those with the most capital.
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Upper echelon we rule with an iron hand.
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Crushing any insurrection.
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Whatcha' gonna do about it
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There's nothing you can do...
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Insurrection
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Sick Of It All |