Depression

Life is hard and so am I
you better give me something
so I dont die
Novocaine for the soul
before I sputter out

Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
are coming back

Oh my darling will you be here
before I sputter out

Guess who's living here
with the great undead
this paint by number's life is fucking with my head
once again

Life is good and I feel great
'cause mother says I was
a great mistake

Novovaine for the soul
you better give me something
to fill the hole
before I sputter out