People Like People Like Them

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 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 anymore!'