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