The Great Depression

Everybody's talking 'bout The Great Depression
The winners and losers of 1937 pack their bags
Burn their homes in the sun
All my friends their faces have a cold expression
Yeah I guess it's how we're living in the quiet generation
That makes you and me who we are

In the sun we dance, to make the time away
In the sun we fall, and spill the hurt away
Oh the Great Depression!
The Great Depression

Someone might be thinking 'bout their Great Depression
The dust settles nicely on an empty heart that's crying
To be heard before papa goes insane
Look at those trucks a-rolling now in great succession
Every family wears a smile that we'll have trouble to relate to
'Cause I guess maybe we are just depressed

In the sun we dance, to make the time away
In the sun we fall, and spill the hurt away
Oh the Great Depression!
The Great Depression

Oh the Great Depression!
The Great Depression
The Great Depression
The Great Depression



Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Coole
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