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