Hell On Earth

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 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
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 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, goddamnit, my life has value!
 I'm a human being, my life has value!
 I'm a human being, my life has value!
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 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, goddamnit, my life has value!