| I don’t have to tell you things are bad. |
| Everybody knows things are bad. |
| It’s a
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| Depression. |
| Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. |
| A dollar
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| Buys a nickel’s worth. |
| Banks are going bust. |
| Shop keepers keep a gun under the
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| Counter. |
| Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who
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| Seems to know what to do with it. |
| There’s no end to it. |
| We know the air is
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| Unfit to breath and our food is unfit to eat. |
| We sit watching our TVs while
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| Some local news caster tell us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent
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| Crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. |
| We know things are bad, worse
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| Than bad. |
| They’re crazy. |
| It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we
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| Don’t go out anymore. |
| We sit in a house and slowly the world we’re living in is
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| Getting smaller and all we say is «Please at leave us alone in our living
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| Rooms. |
| Let me have my toaster, my TV, my steel belted radials, and I won’t say
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| Anything. |
| Just leave us alone». |
| But I’m not going to leave you alone. |
| I want
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| You to get mad. |
| I don’t want you to protest, I don’t want you to riot, I don’t
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| Want you to write to your congressmen because I wouldn’t know what to tell you
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| To write. |
| I don’t know what to do about the depression, and inflation, and the
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| Russians, and the crime in the street. |
| All I know is that first you’ve got to
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| Get mad. |
| You’ve got to say «I'm a human being dammit. |
| My life has value». |
| I
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| Want you to get up now. |
| I want all of you to get out of your chairs. |
| I want you
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| To get up right now, and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and
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| Yell: «I'm as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!» |