Domestic Situation from First Cut by Whisky Christy & The Half Pint Orchestra

He is on the pill
I am on dope
We are on welfare
And there is little hope
Of our situation improving
There is little hope.

He gets off the bus
I get on the phone
Cause we can't stand to be together
But we can't stand to be alone
Oh God,
What a mess.

Our domestic situation is grim
and getting grimmer
And my hope for the future is slim
And getting slimmer.
He's always been glum
But now he's gloomer
And our little bedroom
Is getting roomier.

He is on prozac
I'm on methadone
If we keep going on like this we'll wind up in a home.
Oh Lord,
I can't stand it.

Our domestic situation is grim
and getting grimmer
And my hope for the future is slim
And getting slimmer.
He's always been glum
But now he's gloomer
And our little bedroom
Is getting roomier.

• Americana Blues
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