So, whaddaya do 
when yer sad an' blue 
and the boob tube groove 
Don't soothe yer mood? 
And the drugs don't jive 
don't satisfy 
don't make ya fly 
an' dig bein' alive? 

an' whaddaya do 
when the prick gits the chick? 
takes ya by the balls 
slams ya against the wall 
an'  rips ya apart 
with yer own fucking heart? 

an' whaddaya do 
when depression 
is a lesson 
that ain't new?