I'm all out of it now I'm all messed up and dressed down I don't know anyone around Because I'm out of it For weeks and years and months it seems I'm out of everything I need No, don't ask for anything I'm out of it It must be a cool thing And it must be a cool place It must be a cool state of mind Cause it's always behind me Where I can't find it I'm all out of it now And I just gotta have it loud And I could never turn it down Because I'm out of it For weeks and years and months it seems I play my fingers 'till they bleed The price of fame is what I need I'm out of it It must be a cool thing And it must be a cool place It must be a cool state of mind Cause it's always behind me Where I can't find it