Hate And Heartache

I don't have to tell you things are bad

Everybody knows things are bad

It's a depression

Everybody's out of work

Or scared of losing their job

The dollar buys a nickel's work

Banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun

Under the counter

Punks are running wild in the street

And 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

And we sit watching our tv's

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 anymore

We sit in the house

And slowly the world we are 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 gonna leave you alone

I want you to get mad!"

We all lie

To ourselves

It never changes a thing

We all lie to ourselves

Never changing

Never changing

A thing

Red wine and worry

The demons are watching us, washing lips

I feel sober

Goddamn me and everything

The trials of hate and heartache

Are the martyr of my best days

I will destroy it all