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 

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 
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 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 language, 
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