My Depression Rick Springfield

Born in the Southern land where a man is a man
Don't remember too much, warm mama cold touch
Post war baby boom, 50 kids in one room
All white, future bright but living in a womb
Got a TV receiver, Jerry Mathers as the Beaver
No blacks/no queers/no sex/Mouseketeers
Daddy kept moving round, I can't settle down
Always the lost new kid in town

Manlicher lock and loaded
JFK's head exploded
Dark figure at the fence
End of my innocence
Hormones hit me, chew up, spit me
Get stoned, get plastered, always was a moody bastard
Guitar fool, kicked out of high school
Joined a band/Vietnam/mama-san/killed a man
Daddy gets real sick, it's too intense
I can't kick it Buy myself a ticket to the USA

[Chorus:]
Oh my God, it's my life. What am I doing kicking at the foundations?
That's right, my life. Better start looking at my destination

Hollywood sex-rat, been there/done that
Jaded, afraid I'd never get a turn at bat
Last in a long line, finally hit the bigtime
Goldmine, feeding time, money/fame I get mine
Use it, abuse it, Daddy dies I lose it
Get a wife, get a son, beget another one
My head said "God's dead", motor-cycle-body-shred
Big life crisis rears it's ugly head