Lyrics
Manic depression is searching my soul
I know what I want but I just don't know, honey
Feeling, sweet feeling
Drops from my Fender's fingers
Manic depression is capturing my soul (Yeah)
Woman so willing, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It's all the same
(When it's, when it's over, baby)
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess (Woah!)
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off and go on down
(All the way down)
Really ain't no use in me hangin' around (In your kind of scene)
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, and kiss, kiss
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
(Wow! Yeah! Ow!)
Music, sweet music
Music, sweet music
