You’re always feeling lost
At the mercy of your fate
So full of self-pity
So full of self-hate

Spare us, oh spare us
You miserable ghosts
Stop your grumbles and groans
We’re tired of your depressive states
I thought you would’ve known

I won’t embrace your living death
You’re good at getting depressed
You need the courage to shape up
Lay the black dogs down to rest

You’re as dull as your thoughts
As dull as your lives
When you bring the obvious
It’s the obvious that survives

You’re always feeling lost
At the mercy of your fate
So full of self-pity
So full of self-hate

Spare us, oh spare us
You miserable ghosts
Stop your grumbles and groans
We’re tired of your depressive states
I thought you would’ve known.