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
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, our food is unfit to eat
And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster
Tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 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'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 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 gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddamn 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 gonna take this anymore!"
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
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, our food is unfit to eat
And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster
Tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 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'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 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 gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddamn 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 gonna take this anymore!"
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Hirst, Ben Walsh, Dom Marshall, Josh Gardziel
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