Recession--

It’s a word we all come to know

A word that keeps the economy movin' slow

This recession is no joke

Its not just affectin' the older generation, but also the younger folks

So let me tell you a story 'bout a bread winning family man

Who held the lives of his family in the palm of his hand

Johnny was his name

Recession 

was his blame

It got him good

It took away his job, money, and his livelihood

His sanity started to fold

So Johnny got cold

As the recession took hold

Now his wife, daughter and baby son

Are the lastest victims of a heated gun

No note;

No last minute confession

They all died by a man who couldn’t deal with this thing called--

recession

When Johnny realized what he had done

The pain he caused everyone

He reached for another cold steel from the shelf

His favorite gun---BANG,

                           was used on himself

The recession got him good

He didn’t want to face poverty like a real man would

He didn’t to want work till the economy turned around

So instead like a coward, he brought the whole family down

Now the mortuary biz is boomin'

Cuz there’s more family men like Johnny;

I’m assumin’