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 enough

Another one...wouldn't be too much

But still I chew it up and spit it out it's too big to swallow
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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 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 fame of language of bread

Were running out of money of __ of confidence

Were running out of drugs, of patience

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