The Great Depression

I think we must have all gone mad

Maybe right turned over

They promise us the earth

Instead we've got the great depression

Now you're free and easy with the base

You blame your brothers and sisters

And neurotics say 'sod the rest'

It's the new dissention

Into the abyss

By pushing forwards

It's always down

It's a desperate war

You're trying to blow yourselves up

You don't care who you stand... with the help about

Hey hey - well that's not the way

No sense or reason in your fussing and fighting

And your violent obsession

Who's ever really left feeling fine

After the great depression?

No sense of purpose in the competion

Keeping up with the jones's

You buy a house,

You buy a car

You buy a marriage and a bed of roses

Into the abyss

By pushing forwards

It's always down

It's a desperate war

You're trying to blow yourselves up

You don't care who you stand ... with the help about

Hey hey - well that's not the way