[Intro: Howard Beale from Network and Craig Jones & Smokey from Friday]
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 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 that’s the way it’s supposed to be
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
Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything
Just leave us alone."
Well, I'm not gonna 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 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 damn it!
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 any more!"
Damn!
[Instrumental]
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 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 that’s the way it’s supposed to be
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
Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything
Just leave us alone."
Well, I'm not gonna 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 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 damn it!
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 any more!"
Damn!
[Instrumental]
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