Mad As Hell - Radio Edit

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