Great Depression
(Eric Lee Beddingfield)
I don't care about the price of gas
Go ahead and let the stock market crash
I could hit rock bottom
Lose all my possessions
It wouldn't hold a candle to what I've been through
Girl, I lost it all when I lost you
When you walked out that started the great depression
I've been trying to stay ever since you left
Remodeled the house with my fist
Kicking down walls
Letting out my aggression
I might take my shovel and go outside
Dig a 6 foot hole that's about my size
So much to do in a great depression
Chorus: Tell me how'd things get this way
Everything was going good but now
It's going great... In this depression
This world looks better from the bottom of a glass
So I open up a bottle and throw away the cap
That's a heavy price
For a few minutes of salvation
Oh, that ain't nothing but a quick fix
I could drink enough to float a big ol' ship
And when the whiskey wears off
I'm drowning in a great depression