Monologue

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 all 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 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 going to leave you alone
 I want you to get mad
 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 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, god damn it.
 My life has value!"
 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!" (x2)
 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
 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 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, god damn it.
 My life has value!"
 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!"