Life Has Value

I don't have to tell you things are bad
 Everybody knows things are bad
 The dollar buys a nickel's worth
 Banks are going bust
 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 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 any more
 We sit in our house
 And 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
 Just leave us alone...
 Well, I'm not going to leave you alone...
 I want you to get MAD!
 Hypnotised by a spreading viral sydrome
 Sitting silent in a cyber prison, eyes got spinning spirals in'em
 We're spending our lives pretending, idealising idols singing
 Worthless simple minded jerks
 Jerking off at the sight of women
 Someone's behind it, making the most of it
 Raping your soul, sonny, they've made you a slow puppet
 Enslaved the globe with paper, causing common, 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 we're ALL getting raped equally
 People should be eager to put their forces together
 The more the better, forget your pain, y'all important and clever
 (Get mad) Listen bredren, you're not a little bread crumb
 Lift your head son, cause you're a fucking living legend
 (Get mad) You're not a zombie hun, don't nod when they numb ya
 You're not a statistic, nah, not an anonymous number
 (Get mad) You are knowledge, wonder, mind, body and soul
 Flip Big Brother the bird, 'cause he's not in control, nope
 (Get mad) Strike the power, time to be sour
 Pile up the cowards' cadavers
 After dragging 'em out they ivory tower, blah
 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 crime in the streets
 All I know is that first, you've got to get mad (you've got to get mad)
 You, you've gotta say
 I'm a human being, Goddamn it!
 My life has value
 Get mad
 Get mad
 Get mad
 Get mad, mad
 Get mad
 Get mad
 Get mad
 Get mad, mad
 Get mad
 Get mad
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 Get mad, mad
 Get mad
 Get mad
 Get mad