Rainy Day Song Lyrics

Works For Those Rainy Days in Your Head, Too

Before anyone panics: Yes, OF COURSE, I used public domain songs to write this. (I did the same last December) There are a surprisingly large number of them out there—even if they aren’t the most popular ditties.

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Ain’t We Got Meds

Every morning, every evening,
Ain’t we got meds?
Cost us money, so much money,
Ain’t we got meds?
The rent goes unpaid, hell,
We lost the old car;
Bid the lights farewell,
Just to get this far.

Even if we owe the gas bill,
Least we have meds!
Student loan’s over a mil,
Still we got meds!
There’s nothing lower,
The rich get rich and the sick get sicker;
In the meantime, in between time,
Ain’t we got meds?

Don’t we have meds?
Still we have meds!

Take Me Out to Therapy

Take me out to therapy,
Take me out with protest;
Make me talk through the pain and sadness,
I don’t care if I scream the whole time.
Let me root, root, root out my demons,
If they’re from mom, it’s a win.
For it’s one, two, three years, at least,
At old therapy.

SSRIs

SSRIs left my brain,
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
SSRI down the drain,
Oh, doo-dah day!

I beg and plead for just some happy,
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
But my gut’s production is crappy,
Oh, doo-day day!

Gonna cry all night!
Gonna mope all day!
I’ll substitute with pills in blue bottles,
Doses someone toggles.

This Sad is Your Sad

This said is your sad, and this sad is my sad,
From the moment I wake up it just gets bad.
From that first glance into the mirror I’m doomed,
This sad was made for you and me.

As I drag myself through my day and night,
And I fumble to blink the tears from my sight.
I see around me smiling happy faces,
This sad was made for you and me.

I moan and I complain, but no one hears.
To break free of this cycle is what my heart cheers.
All I need is a brain that works.
This sad was made for you and me.

99 Panics of Dread

99 panics of dread in my head,
99 panics of dread!
Take one out and show it some doubt;
98 panics of dread in my head!

98 panics of dread in my head,
98 panics of dread!
Take one out and show it some doubt;
97 panics of dread in my head!

97 panics of dread in my head,
97 panics of dread!
Take one out and show it some doubt;
96 panics of dread in my head!

(Continue ad nauseum…or until a listener screams)