Lyrics:

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

You're too young kid
You're gonna get hit
Looks like you're 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

Like a cracked open sky
It helps you to die
Don't split it, scrape it
You're screaming automatic pain

You're too young kid
You're gonna get hit
Looks like you're never gonna make it
Off the government list

Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues

Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues

Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues
Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues