There’s a black cat called depression
Licking at my bare-feet toes
Choice of clothes gives the impression
You’re giving in to your woes
Might I say that you look lovely?
Or could it be the light in the room?
Things I said I’d do this morning
I’ll push to the afternoon
Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame
The cards have been switched, the dealer’s taking bribes and I fear
I’m out of the game
You can fly a rocket ship to the moon and,
Climb the highest peaks when you’re bold
But even the tallest, tallest towers,
Ain’t as tall as the stories I’ve told
There ain’t no need for conversation
You don’t need to use your name
There ain’t no need to take your hat off
I’ll be gone just as soon as I came
Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame
My horse has broken ranks; bishop’s gone to the other side though I was never
Really in the game
Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame
Even if I could fix what is broken things never seem the same
Mama I can’t sink any lower and I’ve only got myself to blame
The dice are loaded, slot machine’s magnetic and I think
I’m going to lose again

INVIA LE CORREZIONI