1, 2, 3, 4, gimme more

'Cause I think we're going down

What you need it for?

Buzz the world around We're going right back to the borderline

Now, you should save yourself

I'm on my own

No Huston, no one else 'Cause every time I think I'm fine

You keep on dreaming up

A hundred different ways

To cause hysteria Am I insane, am I blind?

I just can't seem to trust

Too many regulations

Coming back at you We're running out

Of money, of love, of luck

We're running out

Of languish, 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 everybody's stereo Do you love what you like?

What would you do for more?

You kept on dancing

Underneath the burning floor We're running out

Of money, of each other, of confidence

We're running out

Of drugs, of patience, of air

We're running out We're running out

Of money, of love, of luck

We're running out

Of languish, of fame, of bread We're running out

Of money, of each other, of confidence

We're running out

Of drugs, of patience, of air

We're running out