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