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 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 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