I don't care about the state of my hair

I got something out of nothing

That just wasn't there

And your kiss kiss kiss

Is never gonna blow me away



Dreams of escape keep me awake

I'm never gonna get out and make it away

I'm a stone dead tripper

Dying in a fantasy



Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die

Don't split it scrape it

You're screaming automatic pain



Too young kid you're gonna get hit

Looks like your never gonna make it

Off the government list



I don't mind about the state of my mind

But you know it's good for nothing

And I left you behind

It's a sick sick city

But it's never gonna make me insane



If you're talking for real

Then go cut a deal

You're facing up to living out

The way that you feel

And you shake shake shake

'Cause you know you'll never make it away



Well I guess that's why I've always

Got the blues