| Manic depression touching my soul | |
| I know what | |
| I want but | |
| I just don't know what | |
| I needMusic, sweet music drops on my fingers | |
| Manic depression catchin' my soul | |
| Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain | |
| You make love, you break love | |
| It's all the same | |
| Music, sweet music | |
| I wish I could caress, caress | |
| Manic depression is a frustrating mess | |
| Well, I think | |
| I'll go turn myself off, | |
| And go on down, yeah | |
| Really ain't no use in me hangin' around(You know what I'm tryin' to say) | |
| Music, sweet music | |
| I wish I could caress, with a kiss! | |
| Ohhhh! Manic depression, a frustrating mess! |