Deee-Pression by The Loud Family Lyrics

Must be the word, must be expression
Fit of depression right now
The creature stirs, must be progression
Fit of depression right now
Shake when I'm empty
Like a bowl full of semper fi
Fit of depression right now
Hung by the chimney to signify, simplify
Fit of depression right

What wants to be what talks to me
Fit of depression right now
What wants to be what works through me
Fit of depression right

And if I'm right in my impression
Fit of depression right now
It's only luck, not self-possession
Fit of depression right now
If to examine what we slam
Is a waste of fate
Fit of depression right now
Stockings are worn by the Santa grate
To gravitate
Fit of depression, right
What wants to be what talks to me
Fit of depression right now
What wants to be what works through me
Fit of depression right

Gentle into that good night we could ride
Right now
The sky dark against trees bright from inside
Right now
Which lit my roof up to land on at night
Right now
Woke to the contract to see it as reflected light
Fit of depression, right

What wants to be what talks to me
Fit of depression right now
What wants to be what works through me
Fit of depression right

Fit of depression right
Fit of depression right
Fit of depression right
Fit of depression right
Fit of depression right