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...