Lunga vita a te, poeta

I really don't care anymore

About all the Jim-Jims in this town

And all the politicians making crazy sounds

And everybody putting everybody else down

And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

Cause when the smack begins to flow

Then I really don't care anymore

Ah, when that heroin is in my blood, hah

And that blood is in my head

Man thank God that I'm good as dead

And thank your God that I'm not aware

And thank God that I just don't care

And I guess that I just don't know

Oh, and I guess that I just don't know