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 that seems to know what to do And there's no end to it! We know the air is unfit to breathe Our food is unfit to eat And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes As if that's the way it's supposed to be We know things are bad, qorse than bad, they're crazy It's like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore We sit in a house as slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller And all we say is: Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms Let me have my toaster, and my TV, and my steel belted radials and I won't say anything Well I'm not going to leave you alone, I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest I don't want you to riot I don't want you to write to your congressman Because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write I don't know what to do about the depression And the inflation and the Russians and the crimes in the streets All I know is first you've got to get mad You've got to say: I'm a human being, God Dammit! My life has value! " So, I want you to get up now I want all of you to get up out of your chairs I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it And stick your head out, and yell: I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!