Yes Depression
Burn me, burn me up That should do it, that should do the trick Wake me, goddamnit wake me up I've been asleep since October Get me out, eyes half-lidded half-shut It's in the walls, it's taking over Over the land And the man wants to whore for the band And the rafters reflect my regret And I'm not going to cheat on myself Fuck yourself, go fuck yourself kid Make it through on sandwich meat and stomach acid Whoop whoop in dance clubs, shouting "freebird" at indie-rock shows Oh die slow, my 44 make sure your kids don't grow We shouldn't hang out anymore And I'm losing my grip on the floor We're dancing on gold, salt and rust And I'm not going to cheat on myself Sing a song, slow and in tune Auction meat off, burning down the old saloon Men in debt, grown men in swaddking clothes It's underground, ground under my nose After the great wall fell (he drove his car off a bridge) Head up eyes aware (he stepped in front of a train) I'm awake I swear (he tried to fly off the roof) I'm awake I swear (he fell asleep in the rain) And we're taking the whores out to dance We're sweating out books on the age It feels like a sunset Like shooting yourself in the head |