Wine and Depression Songtext

von New Bomb Turks

So here it comes again.
That self-inflicted pain.
The popped cork and glass.
On your ass

I got the wine and depression
Coming on so fast.
Blinding intentions
See the eyelids crash.
Digging for dollars
Through the holes burning.
Wine and depression
Yeah gonna win...

I got wine and depression.
And I'm feeling like I gotta move.
Wine and depression
The only mixed drink I approve.
When the time and conditions
Drown this sinking thinking man,
I screw myself, pop the cork,
And let the river bend.

So let me dive right in.
Tears are my best friends.
I'll wallow while I can.
While I can...

Maybe it's whining depression,
I'm a little brat.
When the wine gets depressing
I'll try another hat.
For now it's lamp shades
And some belly laughs.
I got the wine and depression
It's a gas gas gas.
It's gonna pass.