The Lost Children of Babylon - The Great Depression lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] Modern money mechanics Of the fraction the federal reserve loaned out of loans This principal is absurd Government bonds it's bondage Instruments of debt Working cla** mouths to feed got no subsistence left So to make ends meet they submit to employment Treasury manage liability deployment Wage slave trade of the federal deficit No predetermined limit Bad let it get [Interlude] 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 [Interlude] 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 a 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 got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! 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 GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"