Depression Blues
(专辑: Haven't Got The Blues (Yet) - 2014)
Lineman sings the
blues, the
Catholic goes to his confession Tell me what you plan to do about all of your depression? Oh, you tried old Sigmund's talking cure, you experiences it's power But that kinda talk ain't cheap, you know, at one eighty and hour You inhibited the
re-uptake of your serotonin You were whistling washing windows until you started moaning Then you biked up to the
swimming hole to let the
water cure you But the
current at the
bottom began it began to pull and lure you Blind Lemon sings the
blues, the
jew does his wailing session So tell what you plan to do about all of that depression? Will you suck it up or ride it out or reread some old fan letter Or head to the
nearest barroom to stay drunk until it gets better? Sleep knits up the
raveled sleeve, so go to bed and stay there But before you get and kneel down on that killing floor and pray there Maybe you can do a
deal with your old buddy, Satan And sell that soul that's no damn good, so why the
hell you waitin'? Oh, the
Muslim bows to Mecca five times Now let that be a
lesson Everybody's bowing and scraping Just to answer that big question Sleepy John sings the
blues, a
comic can do an impression Of someone who might seem like he don't suffer much from depression Yeah, get that audience to loving you, boy, be a
clown and get 'em going You'll have 'em right there in your sweaty palm almost before you know it Let it all out up there on stage, yeah, all the
world just is one And it's fifteen minutes or fifty years every fool gets his run After the
show, when they all go home, you're left with your problem It's the
depression blues, that's what you've got, boy, and that's one big badass goblin