So here it comes againnThat self-inflicted painnThe popped cork and glassnOn your assnnI got the wine and depressionncoming on so fastnBlinding intentionsnsee the eyelids crashnDigging for dollarsnthrough the holes burningnWine and depressionnyeah gonna winnnI got wine and depressionnAnd I’m feeling like I gotta movenWine and depressionnthe only mixed drink I approvenWhen the time and conditionsndrown this sinking thinking mannI screw myself, pop the corknand let the river bendnnSo let me dive right innTears are my best friendsnI’ll wallow while I cannWhile I cannnMaybe it’s whining depressionnI’m a little bratnWhen the wine gets depressingnI’ll try another hatnFor now it’s lamp shadesnand some belly laughsnI got the wine and depressionnit’s a gas gas gasnIt’s gonna pass