Just Fell In

It was 8:15
When I pulled into the 7 Eleven
I bought a 12 ounce coffee
And I threw down a 357
I guess I was thinking I would never be found
Next thing I knew I was spread-eagle
Down on the ground
I just fell into a manic depression
And I really want to spend it with you
I got pretty paper shoes
And I’m weaving you a basket for Christmas
Three hots and a cot
And a cellmate who keeps calling me missus
But I like to think I’m the king of the couch
And I like my shrink
'Cause he always brings me smoke in a pouch
I just fell into a manic depression
And I really want to spend it with you
We don’t have any inhibitions
We’re not consumed by ambition
We’ve got no mission control
They say Dr. Freud might call me an anal retentive
But my PO says I’m delinquent and I got no incentive
Rehab is a thing of the past
I step into the cab and say «Hey buddy, step on the gas»
Just fell into a manic depression
And I really want to spend it with you
Okay ladies, it’s time for your medication.