know the song?

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

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