blues from A gun

I dont care about the state of my hair
I got something out of nothing
That just wasnt there
And your kiss kiss kiss
Is never gonna blow me away
Dreams of escape keep me awake
Im never gonna get out and make it away
Im a stone dead tripper
Dying in a fantasy
Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die
Dont split it scrape it
Youre screaming automatic pain
Too young kid youre gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list
I dont mind about the state of my mind
But you know its good for nothing
And I left you behind
Its a sick sick city
But its never gonna make me insane
If youre talking for real
Then go cut a deal
Youre facing up to living out
The way that you feel
And you shake shake shake
Cause you know youll never make it away
Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die
Dont split it scrape it
Youre screaming automatic pain
Too young kid youre gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list
Well I guess thats why Ive always got the blues