Mad As Hell

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
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 gonna take this anymore
I want you to get mad
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, god-dammit!
My life has value
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 gonna take this anymore
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 gonna take this anymore