Sick Of It All - Machete

Why are you still sleeping through these terrible times? Disempowered slumber through the terrible crimes When the time comes the highest up will fall down hard The fall of the empire - the one who tried to lock us down The rich will just get richer at our expense Let our lives of sweat and toil be recompensed When the time comes the highest up will fall down hard The fall of the empire - the one who tried to Bust I return every hundred years. every hundred years When the people awaken I return every hundred years. every hundred years When the people wake and see my machete raised up proudly Machete - my machete Machete - my machete Untouchables. now touchable. will beg for kindness Above the law no more. we're no longer under their spell