Some Depression by Kasey Anderson And The Honkies Lyrics
Well, you and your buddies been drinkin' since noon
Laughin' and hollerin' and pickin' out tunes
But while you were outside throwing rocks at the moon
I was gettin' high in a locked bathroom
'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession
And all my life's been a natural regression
Lean in close, I got a confession
I've been dealin' with some depression
Well, you used to go to rally
Back in the day, now it's often once a year
When you need to get away
You got Tweedy and Farrar on your vanity plates
Driving your Prius down the lost highway
Down to California, down to Joshua Tree
To feel Gram's ghost on the desert breeze
And then back to Room 8
To smoke a little weed
It's a pretty good story
But it don't impress me
'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession
And all my life's been a natural regression
Lean in close, I got a confession
I've been dealin' with some depression
Well, you seen Steve Earle 47 times
And you can play 'Sunday' on your J45
But you don't care much for those communist lies
You'd still be votin' Reagan if the fucker hadn't died!
You love songs about whiskey
And ramblin' in the dark
And black-haired girls breaking hard men's hearts
You got a dog named Willie in your backyard
I got a couple cigarettes and a library card
'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession
And all my life's been a natural regression
Lean in close, I got a confession
I've been dealin' with some depression
Laughin' and hollerin' and pickin' out tunes
But while you were outside throwing rocks at the moon
I was gettin' high in a locked bathroom
'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession
And all my life's been a natural regression
Lean in close, I got a confession
I've been dealin' with some depression
Well, you used to go to rally
Back in the day, now it's often once a year
When you need to get away
You got Tweedy and Farrar on your vanity plates
Driving your Prius down the lost highway
Down to California, down to Joshua Tree
To feel Gram's ghost on the desert breeze
And then back to Room 8
To smoke a little weed
It's a pretty good story
But it don't impress me
'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession
And all my life's been a natural regression
Lean in close, I got a confession
I've been dealin' with some depression
Well, you seen Steve Earle 47 times
And you can play 'Sunday' on your J45
But you don't care much for those communist lies
You'd still be votin' Reagan if the fucker hadn't died!
You love songs about whiskey
And ramblin' in the dark
And black-haired girls breaking hard men's hearts
You got a dog named Willie in your backyard
I got a couple cigarettes and a library card
'Cause there ain't no pension in my profession
And all my life's been a natural regression
Lean in close, I got a confession
I've been dealin' with some depression