Never mind the hurry Run fast, nothing hurts me Face down On my way out But I don't, I don't worry 'Cause I've got it A pack of smokes and the cure And I will find more More, more, more yeah All the stars are blurry Hair tied, shoes strung dirty Wasted This is death or a kiss But I don't, I don't worry 'Cause I've got it A pack of smokes and the cure And I will buy more More, more, more yeah Never mind the hurry Run fast, nothing hurts me Taste it Like it's almost on my lips But I don't, I don't worry 'Cause I've got it A pack of smokes and the cure And I will find more More, more, more