ProzaKc Blues

Well, I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair I ran my hand across my head Pulled out a pile of worried hair I went to my physician who was buried in his thoughts He said, "Son, you've been reading Too much Elephant Talk" Chit chat He said, "The thing about depression is Well you just can't let it get you down You have to see the world for what it is A circus full of freaks and clowns And you'll never please everybody It's a well-established fact" He said, "I recommend a fifth of Jack and a bottle of Prozac" Oh yeah What can you give a man who has everything? Can you give him back his edge Can you make him want to sing? No, you can only take from him And there's nothing he can do I've got the driving me to drink and eat a bottle of Prozac blues Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved off my head By the time I realized what I had done I was already dead I went to see the gatekeeper who was standing by Heaven's door He said, "I hope you brought a good supply of you know" Oh don't worry Where did you go wrong? Pass that bottle over here, I'll sing you a real song Baba-baba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baboom Alright --- ProzaKc Blues - King Crimson