J'Accuse - (Got You By The Balls)

You read the papers and watch the news
And swallow their lies like sweet cheap booze.
You pay your taxes and vote most years
While the government buys rifles and plays on your fears.

You can gossip, you can talk,
You can hope that wars will stop,
But the generals won't fall
'Cause they've got you by the balls, they've got you by the balls.

You like to make money and act like a snob,
But you're too dumb for college and there aren't any jobs.
Besides, you must register for the draft
And maybe shoot peasants to guard the government graft.

You can bitch, you can moan,
You can spend the day at home,
But you'll march out when they call
'Cause they've got you by the balls, they've got you by the balls.

Your mother's car was recalled when she burnt up in a ditch,
Your father dies of poison while his boss gets filthy rich.
Apartied and repression are funded by your bank,
Children die of hunger while the government builds tanks.

You can whimper, you can whine,
You can cry until you're blind.
They can make you dance or crawl
'Cause they've got you by the balls,
They've got you by the balls,
They've got you by the balls.

words by David Graver