Maniac Depression

[originally by Jimi Hendrix] Manic depression is touching my soulI know what I want but I just don't knowHow to, go about gettin' itFeeling sweet feeling,Drips from my fingers, my fingersManic depression is catchin' my soulWoman so hot, the sweet cause in vain We make love, we break loveIt's all the same[When it's, when it's over, mama]Music, sweet musicI wish I could caress, caress, caressManic depression is a frustrating messWell, I think I'll go kill myselfAnd go on down, down, down,All the way downThere really ain't no use in me hanging aroundI gotta get outMusic, sweet musicI wish I could caressManic depression is a frustrating mess