"Good Old-Fashioned American Depression" lyrics
(aka American Depression)
(unreleased)
When you find the proof for the truth you made
Would you use it to choose how you screw your faith
Ooh, American depression
When you make the mistakes that your fate's been waiting for
And try to escape but you just keep making more
Ooh, American depression
Jesus, please just believe us
Like the way that we were told to believe in you
We were dressed from our Sunday best but no tailor's got no tools for no birthday suit
So the least that you could do is return the favor
Our saving disgrace is that we're the savior
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la... American depression!
Ooh... American depression
So when you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor
And neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door
Ooh, American depression
And when you try to make your present past but future lasts forever
Never tether to whatever makes you even bother getting better
It's just American depression
Lover, why did you turn out the light
When beauty's in the eyes of those beholded
Could you hold me closer
We get dressed to impress, I guess, in layer after layer to get off our chests
It's cold out now, we can take it off later
Better safe than sorry and we know the danger
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell you it gets better but I know it's an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... American depression!
Ooh... American depression
Doctor, could you run another test
Got a feeling that this time I may just pass it
Well, if you raise the average
We all sing when the bell curve rings, in lyric symptomatic of the way we think
If our harmonies don't sync we can change our voices
A chorus unconditional of our diagnosis
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... American depression
Would you use it to choose how you screw your faith
Ooh, American depression
When you make the mistakes that your fate's been waiting for
And try to escape but you just keep making more
Ooh, American depression
Jesus, please just believe us
Like the way that we were told to believe in you
We were dressed from our Sunday best but no tailor's got no tools for no birthday suit
So the least that you could do is return the favor
Our saving disgrace is that we're the savior
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la... American depression!
Ooh... American depression
So when you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor
And neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door
Ooh, American depression
And when you try to make your present past but future lasts forever
Never tether to whatever makes you even bother getting better
It's just American depression
Lover, why did you turn out the light
When beauty's in the eyes of those beholded
Could you hold me closer
We get dressed to impress, I guess, in layer after layer to get off our chests
It's cold out now, we can take it off later
Better safe than sorry and we know the danger
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell you it gets better but I know it's an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... American depression!
Ooh... American depression
Doctor, could you run another test
Got a feeling that this time I may just pass it
Well, if you raise the average
We all sing when the bell curve rings, in lyric symptomatic of the way we think
If our harmonies don't sync we can change our voices
A chorus unconditional of our diagnosis
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
It's just good old-fashioned American depression
Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... American depression
Thanks to Emily for adding these lyrics.
