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 work
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 tv's
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 anymore
We sit in the house
And slowly the world we are 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!"
We all lie
To ourselves
It never changes a thing
We all lie to ourselves
Never changing
Never changing
A thing
Red wine and worry
The demons are watching us, washing lips
I feel sober
Goddamn me and everything
The trials of hate and heartache
Are the martyr of my best days
I will destroy it all
