Fan the Fury

There's a burning in my belly In my wallet, and my head I read the papers, watch the news I raise a fist and go to bed It'll only get worse in the coming days I might as well say what I been meaning to say Oh won't you fan the fury of an outraged jury? Been with the program up to now And it's become a little much To make believe you and reality Have been keeping in touch Desperate times call for desperate measures Brother you look pretty desperate to me Was it all part of your plan To frame a guilty man? You had me holding my breath Truth was you had nothing left Brother, I want to believe Brother, I need to believe... you I want to believe I will not believe you There's a meeting Monday morning With the suits out in the hall They tapped the wires and the telephones In case you tried to call Blessed be this monarchy I never thought we'd have a dynasty