Mad - Dennis Cruz
Lyrics by：Dennis Cruz
Composed by：Dennis Cruz
I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad it's a depression
Everybody is out of work or scares of losing their jobs
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 nobody
Anywhere seems to know what to do it
And there is no end to it
But we know the air is unfit to breath
And our food is unfit to eat
So we sit watching our tvs while some
Local newschaster tells us
Today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes
As if that's it's suposed to be
We know things are bad worst than bad they're crazy
It's like everyone is getting crazy
So we don't go out anymore
We sit in the house and slowly to world we are
Living in ia getting smaller and all we say is
Please
Please leave us alone let me have my toaster
My tv and my steel balted radials and I
Won't say nothing just leave us alone
Well I'm not gonna leave you alone
I want you to get mad
