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(Verse 1)
Four tramodols and a whiskey sour
should have me frisky in about an hour
somethings scratching at the door
that means getting off the floor
fuck that I’m good right where I’m at
it’s using the key under the mat
let itself in without hesitation
awwwwwwh fuck, it’s depression


(Verse 2)
Hey pal didn’t you just leave
slowly getting up on my knees
it puts out a hand to help me up
slapping that shit away I tell it get fucked
it points and laughs at me
I personally don’t see what’s funny
look who’s back at the medicine cabinet
—that guy over there has a bad pill habit—


(Verse 3)
Four klonopin and a glass of wine
and depression and I will be just fine
trying to remember what my therapist said
taking deep breathes wishing I was dead
nothing ever changes it grows inside of me
razors are used when I need to bleed
with veins wrapped in skin like gifts
let’s open that shit up with a slit slit slit


(Verse 4)
Me and depression just hanging out
listening to records talking about
whether if we would be better off if
our superegos just didn’t exist
flip over the black heart procession
I can’t get up you do it depression
on the floor right here we’ll stay
how many hours are left in the day


(Verse 5)
I tripled my dose on my cannabis tincture
inside my head lives a terrible creature
pulling strings like an unstable puppeteer
you can make me dance I’ll sing with a sneer
depression shouts something over the music
can’t hear anything but a girl whose losing it
bringing self harm back into fashion
self mutilation listening to Belle & Sebastian


(Verse 6)
Here I am back on the floor
somethings knocking at the door
I can’t get up I’m done with this
depression says no worries, I’ll get it
I hear the door open voices are unclear
I take it that’s him right there?
it won’t be long before he takes his last breath
well I’ll see you later depression says to death

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from Go Be Happy Somewhere Else: Songs To Ruin Your Day, released July 2, 2022

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Jesus & The Robot Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

We decided collectively to form a super band and to take over the world by making catchy and undeniably beautiful songs about an assortment of things. We figured that it will only be a matter of time before the our music spreads like a deadly wildfire that wipes out much plantation and housing thus causing much ruin. ... more

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