Well I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair
I ran my hand across my head
pulled out a pile of worried hair
I went to my physician who was buried in his thoughts
he said, "Son, you've been reading
too much Elephant Talk"
He said, "The thing about depression is,
well you just can't let it get you down,
you have to see the worl for what it is'
a circus full of freaks and clowns
and you'll never please everybody,
it's a well established fact",
he said, "
i recommend a fifth of Jack
and a bottle of Prosac"
What can you give the man who has everything
can you give him back his edge
can you make him want to sing?
No, you can only take it from him,
and there's nothing he can do
I've got the driving me to drink and eat
a bottle of Prosac blues
Well I woke up this morning and I shaved off my head
by the time I realised what I'd done I was already dead
I went to see the gatekeeper standing by Heaven's door
he said, "I hope you brought a good supply of...you know"
From their new CD "the construKction of light"
