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; punks are running wild in the street, but 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. 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 all 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 the 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 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 going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad! 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. All I know is that first, you've got to get mad. You've gotta say, 'I'm a human being, god dammit! My life has value!... This is your new world order The intent evil Stay body stay bill steal power from the people This is the orchestraph world one apocalyptic degree-qual and the purkers stay murkers got 'em bones keep it legal We be underground Fight with fucking rounds back Put the vinyl to the needle let them hear them desert eagles 'cause these suckers that have been hypnotize Don't see the news like we do Stop the others making mockeries Of god them mine (...)boys If the government wanna go and act a fool Then let them know that my head's gonna pack a school From the slums to the dirt, they get ya all the way To the (...) one fit for the afternoon Republican nor democrat Neither one will pay 'Cos the bank owns the government We're all their fuckin' slaves This shit is wild and urgent You smell that fire burning Nothing to be concerned with The era of diversion Fly music Double You are fuckin halla-burgin' Nothing to be concerned with The era of diversion Free motherfucker Dream on yo ass Nothing to be concerned with The era of diversion These ol' merces They are working with the man behind the curtain You should be concerned with The era of diversion