Borrowed Time

Four hundred years later, and I’m still plowin your fields
Building up your fortune, when I know it’s mine you steal
You say you gave me my civil rights
But I see nothing civil about how you fight
So I’ll keep my armor on and my sword unsheathed
And I’ll come out from under the foot I’m beneath
Victory will be won on this earth, please believe
My inheritance will be returned from the lying thieves
The spoils of war are not made of gold
Or of anything that can be bought or sold
I was born free and so I shall remain
Your shackles do not fit me, I can’t be bound by chains
Go ahead and be fooled by your false security
The days are numbered for such surety
Goliath you're livin on borrowed timeYour destiny is the dust for all your crimes