sung by William. 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.