The Gre(A)t Depression

Close your eyes and shield your ears
Shut your mouth and conceal all of your fears
Greed it’s not going anywhere
They should put that on a billboard in Times Square
It could say «The great depression is over my friends.»
What we want and what we need they’ve engineered
I can smell the bullsh_t from right here
Because greed is not going anywhere
They should put that on a billboard in Times Square
It could say «The great depression is over my friends.»
Blinding your eyes and burning your ears
T.V. images are selling
Through the static on the radio you can’t hear
One pill if you’re too big
One pill if you’re too small
On one your life is a mess
On one you’re nothing at all
I hate a song that makes you think you are no good
«Great depression is over my friends.»
I hate a song that makes you think you are just born to lose
«Great depression is over my friends.»
Bound to lose, no good to nobody
«The great depression is over my friends.»
Too young and too fat, too this or too that
«The great depression is over my friends.»
«Great depression is over my friends.»
«The great depression is over my friends.»