Scissor Sisters - Running Out lyrics
[Scissor Sisters - Running Out lyrics]
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 drugs
Of patience of air
We're running out
'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 drugs
Of patience of air
We're running out