Cover Up - Sicko

If I blow my head off talking to you

I know a tape recorder’s got nothing to do

With a lack of interest in living life

When a hundred pound depression straps down tight

Does anybody hear me

Does anybody care

Is anybody listening

Is anybody up there

Covered my eyes up Sunday morning

From the momentary lack of stable ground

Looked for you and the room was spinning

You left me hanging with nothing but me around

If I pull my heart out thinking of you

And then the holes in the skin come bleeding through

What’s the point in keeping on

When a whole and a half of the half’s gone