This is my recession, I've gone to sleep
It's now a depression caused by my empty seat
There is no budget, no equity
But still I will not accept defeat

You will have me, yes you will have me
I will find a way and you will have me
Have a Telephone, an Obamaphone
I'll call collect you and capture you

You are a recession, turned to depression
What do you want me to give to make you vote for me
(x2)

I'll feed you, I'll house you by day and by night
I'll house you, power you by moon and solarlight
You protest, you want to leave
You'll see there's no alternative

My face appears again, Watch all my beauty there
I'll shout out danger, of others beware
These results of my father's dreams
I'm not affected in the very least

You are a recession, turned to depression
What do you want me to give to make you vote for me
(x2)

Reality has turned to sadness
All my talking points have turned to madness
My need to possess you has consumed my soul
High unemployment, I've lost all control

I will have you, yes I will have you
I will find a way and I will have you
Have a Telephone, an Obamaphone
I'll call collect you and capture you

You are a recession, turned to depression
What do you want me to give to make you vote for me
(x2 an fade)