Hell On Earth

I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
It's a depression
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job

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 there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do
And there's no end to it
We know things are bad — worse than bad
They're crazy
It's like everything everywhere is
Going crazy, so we don't go out anymore
We sit in the house
And slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller
And all we say is: Please
At least leave us alone in our living rooms

I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation
And the Russians and the crime in the street
All I know is that first you've got to get mad
You've got to say: I'm a human being, goddammit, my life has value!

I'm a human being, my life has value!

I'm a human being, my life has value!

I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation
And the Russians and the crime in the street
All I know is that first you've got to get mad
You've got to say: I'm a human being, goddammit, my life has value!