(Tommy Shaw, James Young)
noitacidem rouy rof emit s'ti, seidal yakO.


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 !@#^ 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.