Squealer - Balls

When I was a little boy my mama taught me well
To be respectful
And I am
She said that no one had been given the choice to be here
And they deserved to be treated well, aw yeah
Well, I'm so sick of being food for user parasites
Just 'cause I got no balls
(Because I got no balls)
So I went out to live my life as Mr. Nice Guy
It made me sick
You give an inch, they take a mile
And selfishness was never quite my style
And so I got suckered, and used, and pissed all over
And I vowed to myself that I would never forget
All the shit I took
I learned the hard way
That you need them large in size
It takes a long time to change
What you've been brought up with
And then it hurts so bad
To overcome your wimpish ways
Show less concern for what other people say
They only think of themselves first anyway
(Yes they do)
State your case, speak your mind
For peace of mind hold firm to your ground
Boy, you got to have balls
(Boy, you got to have balls)
You just got to have balls
(Yeah, you got to have balls)

Written by:
John Listorti, Joseph Teja

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