Purgatøry

(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)

Zetø, yeah

(Banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter)

(Punks are running wild in the streets, and nobody anywhere seems to know what to do)

(With it, there's no end to it)

No one knows me (the air is unfit to breathe)

No one knows me (our food is unfit to eat)