Текст песни: The Great Depression + перевод

It’s just a great depression I’m going through

Let’s all get down with the times

There is a holy grail we could find

Straight doley putting money in the bank

And take the surly off my mind

My mind’s on money, money isn’t mine

This is what’s called 'No Shave November'

This is initials carved in a park bench forever

That’s a numerical four, E-V-E-R

You got served, you got SARS

Your net is smaller than my ball

Bitch, how am I gonna score?

Always feeling down, black and white, fucking poor

And when I drink it’s all Britney, like, gimme gimme more

What 'em up, Thank you Ceschi

Gimmie high four

Give me five dollars

Baby brother’s living off of SSI Government cheddar

As bedwetters we slept on borderlines

And always tried our damnedest

But doors were always slammed in faces

Until keys were pushed into the prettiest of places

Workers wasted on the porch again

Wake up, it’s the first of the month, here’s the mail-man

And you’re only really revolutionaries

When you’re eating if you’re not

You’ll suck off the boss for job slots on weekends

Happy hardcore and agnostic clergyman too

Minor crisis’s and we are clearly confused

Dumb shit spilling out of his stupid fucking mouth

I’m sorry mom and dad but I had a bad year

Keyboard cut out hanging on the walls of heads of ex girlfriends

(My mind’s on money, money isn’t mine)

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