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I donât have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
The dollar buys a nickelâs worth
Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat
And we sit, watching our TVs
While some local newscaster tells us
That today we had fifteen homicides
And sixty-three violent crimes
As if thatâs the way itâs supposed to be
We know things are badâ¦
Worse than bad⦠Theyâre crazy!
Itâs like everything everywhere is going crazy
So we donât go out any more
We sit in our house and
Slowly the world weâre living in is getting smaller
Please at least leave us alone in our living room
Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials
And I wonât say anything
Just leave us aloneâ¦
Well Iâm not going to leave you aloneâ¦
I want you to get MAD!
Hypnotised by a spreading viral sydrome
Sitting silent in a cyber prison, eyes got spinning spirals inâem
We're spending our lives pretending, idealising idols singing
Worthless simple minded jerks
, jerking off at the sight of womenâ¦
Someoneâs behind it, making the most of it
Raping your soul sonny, theyâve made you a slow puppet
Enslaved the globe with paper, causing commun, sick behaviour
They divide ya, make ya fight, constantly quarrel with your neighbor
You make me wanna wake ya, shout, shake ya out your bed
Slap ya back to reality, pound ya, break your drousy head
Whether black, brown, white, yellow or blue, whether you Jew
Christian, Muslim, Man or Woman, Macho, Feminist too
Forget your hatred and beefs, gay or straight relate evenly
We can blatantly see weâre ALL getting raped equally
People should be eager to put their forces together!
The more the better! Forget your pain, yâall important and clever!
(Get mad) Listen bredren, youâre not a little bread crumb
Lift your head son, cause youâre a fucking living legend!
(Get mad) Youâre not a zombie hun, donât nod when they numb ya
Youâre not a statistic, nah, not an anonymous numberâ¦
(Get mad) You are knowledge, wonder, mind, body and soul
Flip Big Brother the bird, âcause heâs not in control, nope!
(Get mad) Strike the power, time to be sour
Pile up the cowardsâ cadavres after dragging âem out they ivory tower
I donât want you to protest
I donât want you to riot
I donât want you to write to your congressman because I wouldnât know what to tell you to write
I donât know what to do about the depression and
The inflation and the crime in the Streets
All I know is that first, youâve got to get mad
Youâve got to say:
Iâm a Human being God damn it!