Depression Jesse Welles

My house is full of depression antiques
From all the way, way back
Late last week, man

It’s a D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-(oh)-I-O-N

I ain’t a gambler but I bet
It don’t get
Better

Well there ain’t nuttin' much to do
But sit and watch the tube
Wait till the pill to come and kick the door through

On yer D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-(oh)-I-O-N
So sayeth the therapist: come back
…well if you insist

I was so broke
That I went and got fixed
The veterinarian was nice
But my doctor was pissed

It’s a D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-(oh)-I-O-N
Well I’ve always been a little bit sad around the edges
It ain’t nuttin' to fix
And it ain’t contagious
It’s just a D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-(oh)-I-O-N
I ain’t a gambler
But I bet
It don’t get
Bеtter