Combat depression rules the world (and it's killing you)
You'll live more life without anxiety ridden hidden pain
Gotta get in, gotta get out, gotta get what's coming back to you
It's time to reinvent, 'cuz what you got is all whacked
And in an alcoholic driven car, you know you drive yourself mad
Just like you frightened away the only love that you had
You're so green to confidence
You're so blue to happiness
You're so on my nerves, you dumb silly bitch
It's time for you to stand up and say, damn, I just want to be heard!
(At 33 1/3!)
Welcome to the revelation revolution, my friend
You've got the best advice around (But do you follow it?)
Got your two-cents to buy the world (But your short some)
Got a gift, got a back, got so many goddamn people watching you
But you're so saddy-wad, you make me so sick...
Don't let them see you cry
Don't let them watch you fall
If you're supposed to be the rock
Then you're supposed to cover it all
Welcome to the revelation revolution, my friend
