Brian Green

Until next... Oh, I do love you.

Best to you.

And until next time, I will say, I do say, and I must say, good fucking bye.

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 worth.

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.

We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 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'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 and my TV and my steel-belted radios and I won't say anything.

Just leave us alone.

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.