One two three four give me more 'Cause I think we're going down What you need it for? Pass the wealth around 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 I--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 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
Ooh, let's see how far that we have run before this gig is over I hear the warning sign 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 fame Of language Of bread We're running out Of money Of each other Of confidence We're running out Of dugs Of patience Of air We're running out