Mad

I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad, it's a depression
Everybody is out of work or scares of losing their jobs
The dollar buys a nickel's worth
Banks are going bust
Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter
Punks are running wild in the street and nobody
Anywhere seems to know what to do it, and there is no end to it

But we know: The air is unfit to breath, and our food is unfit to eat
So we sit watching our tvs while some local newschaster tells us
"Today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes"
As if that's it's suposed to be

We know things are bad, worst than bad, they're crazy
It's like everyone is getting crazy, so we don't go out anymore
We sit in the house and slowly to world we are
Living in ia getting smaller and all we say is

"Please, leave us alone, let me have my toaster
My tv and my steel balted radials and I
Won't say nothing, just leave us alone!"
Well I'm not gonna leave you alone
I WANT YOU TO GET MAD!!!