I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
It's a depression
Everybody's out of words or scared of losing their job
The dollar buys a nickel worth, banks are going bust
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Punks are running wild in the streets
There's nobody anywhere seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it
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 [?] as if that's the way it's supposed to be
We know things are bad, worse than bad
They're crazy
It's likе everything evеrywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore
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, my TV, my [?], and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."
Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone
I want you to get mad

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[Verse 1: T-Pain]
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[Verse 2: Young Cash]
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[Verse 3: Young Cash, T-Pain]
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