Chill Bump - Life Has Value lyrics

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
We know the air is unfit to breathe
And our food is unfit to eat
And 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 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 our 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 room
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!

Hypnotised by a spreading viral sydrome
Sitting silent in a cyber prison
Eyes got spinning spirals in’em
We're spending our lives pretending
Idealising idols singing
Worthless simple minded jerks
Jerking off at the sight of women
Someone’s behind it, making the most of it
Raping your soul sonny
They’ve made you a slow puppet
Enslaved the globe with
Paper, causing commun, sick behaviour
They divide ya, make ya fight
Constantly quarrel with your neighbor
You make me wanna wake ya, shout
Shake ya out your bed
Slap ya back to reality, pound ya
Break your drousy head
Whether black, brown, white, yellow or blue
Whether you Jew
Christian, Muslim, Man or Woman, Macho
Feminist too forget your hatred and beefs
Gay or straight relate evenly
We can blatantly see we’re
ALL getting raped equally
People should be eager to
Put their forces together!
The more the better! Forget your pain
Y’all important and clever!
(Get mad) Listen bredren
You’re not a little bread crumb
Lift your head son
Cause you’re a fucking living legend!
(Get mad) You’re not a zombie hun
Don’t nod when they numb ya
You’re not a statistic, nah
Not an anonymous number
(Get mad) You are knowledge, wonder, mind
Body and soul
Flip Big Brother the bird, ‘cause
He’s not in control, nope!
(Get mad) Strike the power, time to be sour
Pile up the cowards’ cadavres after dragging
’em out they ivory tower blaow!

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
I don’t know what to do
About the depression and
The inflation and the crime in the Streets
All I know is that first
You’ve got to get mad you’ve got to say:
I’m a Human being God damn it!
My life has value!