I don't have to tell you things are badnEverybody knows things are badnIt's a depressionnnEverybody's out of worknOr scared of losing their jobnThe dollar buys a nickel's worth,nBanks are going bust,nShopkeepers keep a gun under the counternPunks are running wild in the streetnAnd there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to donAnd there's no end to itnnWe know the air is unfit to breathenAnd our food is unfit to eatnAnd we sit watching our TVsnWhile some local newscaster tells usnThat today we had fifteen homicidesnAnd sixty three violent crimes,nAs if that's the way it's supposed to bennWe all know things are bad, nWorse than badnThey're crazynnIt's like everything everywhere is going crazynSo we don't go out any morenWe sit in the housenAnd slowly the world we're living in is getting smallernAnd all we say is, Please,nAt least leave us alone in our living rooms.nLet me have my toaster and my TVnAnd my steel-belted radials,nAnd I won't say anything.nJust leave us alone.nnWell, I'm not going to leave you alonenI want you to get madnnI don't want you to protestnI don't want you to riotnI don't want you to write to your CongressmannBecause I wouldn't know what to tell you to writennI don't know what to do about the depressionnAnd the inflationnAnd the RussiansnAnd the crime in the streetnnAll I know is that first,nYou've got to get madnYou've gotta say,nI'm a human being, god damn it.nMy life has value! nnI want you to get up nownI want all of you to get up out of your chairsnI want you to get up right nownAnd go to the window,nOpen it, and stick your head out and yell,nI'm as mad as hell,nAnd I'm not going to take this anymore! (x2)nnThe world we're living in is getting smaller,nAnd all we say is, Please,nAt least leave us alone in our living rooms.nLet me have my toaster and my TVnAnd my steel-belted radials,nAnd I won't say anything.nJust leave us alone.nnWell, I'm not going to leave you alonenI want you to get madnnI don't want you to protestnI don't want you to riotnI don't want you to write to your CongressmannBecause I wouldn't know what to tell you to writennI don't know what to do about the depressionnAnd the inflationnAnd the RussiansnAnd the crime in the streetnnAll I know is that first,nYou've got to get madnYou've gotta say,nI'm a human being, god damn it.nMy life has value!nnI want you to get up nownI want all of you to get up out of your chairsnI want you to get up right nownAnd go to the window,nOpen it and stick your head out and yellnI'm as mad as hell,nAnd I'm not going to take this anymore!