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