Gotta Get Mad

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 no one
 anywhere that seems to know what to do with us.
 Now into 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 sitin a house as slowly as the world we're living in is
 getting small and all we say is,
 "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms.
 Let me have my toaster, and TV, and my steel belted radials
 and I won't say anything."
 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.