One, two, three, four, gimme more
'Cause I think we're going down
What ya need it for?
Fast, around and round
We're going right back to the borderline
Now you should save yourself
I'm on my own, no use to no one else, 'cause-a
Everytime I think I'm fine, you keep on dreamin' up
A hundred different ways to cause hysteria
Am I insane, am I blind or just can't seem to trust?
Too many regulations comin' back at ya
We're running out of money, of love, of luck
We're running out of language, of fame, of bread
We're running out...
Something tells me that I'm fine but when I get enough
Another one wouldn't be too much and still I
Chew it up and spit it out, it's too big to swallow
Got enough for everyone, so here we go
Oh, let's see how far that we can run before this gig is over
I hear the warning signs on everbody's stereo
Do you love, what do you like or would you do for more?
You kept on messing up, I think we're running from...
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comWe're running out of money, and trust, and comforts (Out)
We're running out of drugs, of patience, of air (Out)
We're running out