Depression Blues

(アルバム： 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