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 nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do and there's no end to it 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 gonna take this anymore I want you to get mad I don't know what to do about the depression 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, god-dammit! My life has value 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 gonna take this anymore 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 gonna take this anymore