1 2 3 4 gimme more
cause I think were going down.
What you need it for?
We gonna rub that to the bottom-line
Now you should save yourself.
I'm on my own not used to no one else
Cause everytime I think I'm fine you keep on dreaming of
A hundred different ways to cause hysteria
Am I insane am I blind I just cant seem to trust
Too many regulations coming back at you
Were running out of money, of love, of luck
Were running out of language, of fame, of bread
Were running out...
Something tells me that I'm fine
but when I get enoughAnother one...wouldn't be too much.
But still I chew it up and spit it out
it's too big to swallow
Gotta enough for everyone
so here we go ooh
Lets see how far that we have run before, this gig is over
I hear the warning signs on everybody's stereo
Do you love what you like or would you do for more?
You keep on dancing underneath the burning floor
We're running out of money,of drugs, of confidence
Were running out of drugs, of patience, of air
Were running out
Were running out of money, of love, of luck
Were running out of language, of fame, of bread
We're running out of money,of drugs, of confidence
Were running out of drugs, of patience, of air
Were running out...
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