« I don’t have to tell you things are bad. 
 Everybody knows things are bad. 
 The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. 
 Banks are going bust, 
 shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. 
 We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, 
 and we sit, watching our TVs 
 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 any more. 
 We sit in our house and 
 slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller 
 and all we say is : 
 Please at least leave us alone in our living room. 
 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 going to leave you alone… 
 I want you to get MAD ! » 

 Hypnotised by a spreading viral sydrome, 
 sitting silent in a cyber prison, eyes got spinning spirals in’em. 
 We're spending our lives pretending, idealising idols singing. 
 Worthless simple minded jerks, jerking off at the sight of women… 
 Someone’s behind it, making the most of it, 
 raping your soul sonny, they’ve made you a slow puppet. 
 Enslaved the globe with paper, [bad word]  sick behaviour. 
 They divide ya, make ya fight, constantly quarrel with your Neighbor. 
 You make me wanna wake ya, shout, shake ya out your bed, 
 slap ya back to reality, pound ya, break your drousy head. 
 Whether black, brown, white, yellow or blue, whether you Jew, 
 Christian, Muslim, Man or Woman, Macho, Feminist too. 
 Forget your hatred and beefs, [bad word] or straight relate evenly, 
 we can blatantly see we’re ALL getting raped equally. 
 People should be eager to put their forces together ! 
 The more the better ! Forget your pain, y’all important and clever ! 
 (Get mad) Listen bredren, you’re not a little bread [bad word]  
 Lift your head son, cause you’re a [bad word] living legend ! 
 (Get mad) You’re not a zombie hun, don’t nod when they numb ya, 
 you’re not a statistic, nah, not an anonymous number… 
 (Get mad) You are knowledge, wonder, mind, body and soul. 
 Flip Big Brother the bird, ‘cause he’s not in control, nope ! 
 (Get mad) Strike the power, time to be sour, 
 pile up the cowards’ cadavres after dragging ’em out they ivory tower. 
 Blaow ! 

 «  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 and 
 the inflation and the crime in the Streets. 
 All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad. 
 You’ve got to say : 
 I’m a Human being God [bad word] it ! 
 MY LIFE HAS VALUE! » 

 …Get Mad…