Written by Tommy Shaw, James Young

Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw



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It was 8:15

When I pulled into the 7 Eleven

I bought a 12 ounce coffee

And I threw down a 357



I guess I was thinking I would never be found

Next thing I knew I was spread-eagle

Down on the ground



I just fell into a manic depression

And I really want to spend it with you



I got pretty paper shoes

And I'm weaving you a basket for Christmas

Three hots and a cot

And a cellmate who keeps calling me missus



But I like to think I'm the king of the couch

And I like my shrink

'Cause he always brings me smoke in a pouch



I just fell into a manic depression

And I really want to spend it with you



We don't have any inhibitions

We're not consumed by ambition

We've got no mission control



They say Dr. Freud might call me an anal retentive

But my PO says I'm delinquent and I got no incentive



Rehab is a thing of the past

I step into the cab and say "Hey buddy, step on the gas"



Just fell into a manic depression

And I really want to spend it with you



Okay ladies, it's time for your medication