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