Tension

They give me their word, you know
 It was like radio
 You get no choices... you just hear their voices
 They fill me with mild derision
 Like not-having television
 Empty voices... broken choices
 They give me two, not one
 That's twice as much as God's first son
 But they forgot to mention...
 Tension
 They give me this money on loan
 Then they feed till they're scraping bone
 There are no choices... there are no choices
 They offer me high black mass
 It's like nitrous oxide gas
 All these voices and never choices
 They give me some agent's gun
 They say do what you want to, son...
 But they failed to mention
 Tension All that Tension
 They melt down the golden calf
 They play the gold on my phonograph
 You get no choices When you hear their voices
 They talk about law and order
 But they're all across the border
 Just one more voice... another empty choice
 They tell me how well I've done
 If I lose then I'm sure they've won
 And nobody mentioned
 All this tension...