'Til it all falls in on me Big fat payback bleeding like a smokestack I'm running, I'm running We got a dud pump speed bump burning like a fuel dump
my motor running as soon as I get next to you Got the fuel to fire, you know there's no time to lose You watch me slip away in the shadows of the night
a birdman But I'll charge Won't get away W/out lodging a dollar Shall I say it again Aloud, you get the point No food w/out fuel's gain I'll be, the irish
your thing in horny celebration Honk if you love my lies Come on She's got her fuel pump, she's got her razor wire She's got me running like a three
your life and you watch it away It's just another day in this old town So get down He's a high performance engine with Jesus as the fuel Old father'
) and you shout (and you shout) But you're stuck and you'll never get out Take me away anywhere but here Take me away I need to get away Do you
eyes and float away ... (NOW) Burn me, if i'm too blind to see this scam Burn me, my sick desire, please turn me into fuel for the fire Life's a mistake
dive I want to touch you At home they think we must be fools The sky or street, they're both as cruel When you're running low on fuel And I ran out
O.K. Ready to take off do it slow I'm living on the bottom I got to go five little fingers grabbing at the glass gone, those days now I'm running up and
turn back This is a sad day The saddest day I've ever known We swore to hold our heads up high We swore we'd look away Another breakdown, more fuel
day in a garage far away He met destiny In the form of a heavy metal Continental She was born to run on a Proud Highway Then the whole world started running
I'm keeping it all to myself I'm checking myself out of the program Because I know what's best for my health So why live the dream like you're running
just keep me down tripping me up again iron boots and matching staight jacket suits and I fall down again on my chin Fuel spilling out, fuel still rushing
some pure delight To fullfit my needs My sanity is spilt in two I'm burning with desire Girl I got my eyes on you You're fuel to my fire Creepin' in
that you tame Make the choice to grab the reigns or be a victim of your fate All your life you've been running from the dreams you give away Take it
the mold Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas "I need to get myself away from this place?" I said, "Yep, what a concept I could use a little fuel
nothing like her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel
her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel