Running Out

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 dancing underneath the burning floor

We'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