The New Depression

They say it's the new depression
So why am I filled with glee?
Everybody’s coming down quickly
Now they can all join me

The livin' swell of music, the feeling of being free
Give an eye just about everything, my body's my economy
Yesterday someone said: "Honey, you better be scared!", but see:
They never checked on me before and that’s alright with me

So bring on some flight of fancy!
Bring on a magic decree!
Bring on a high-heeled trannie!
Bring on fantasy!

I love to hеar the thunder, of your world crashing down
Brothers and sistеrs smiling, lying on the ground
Everybody's talking 'bout Jesus
While Heaven's in the palm of your hand
Reach in your pocket and stroke it, it's there at your command

Can't you feel: the magic's growing!
The earth, she breathes with ease
Little babies, they are nowhere
Intervention can't fight peace

So bring on some flight of fancy!
Bring on a tragic decree!
Bring on a high-heeled trannie!
Bring on fantasy!

Bring on the ascended master!
Bring on ecology!
Take what you need and give a little back
That’s the new economy

Take what you need and give a little back
That’s the new economy

Take what you need and give a little back
That's the new economy