CD: Running on Fumes

Running all night, cities burning behind us...

Revolvers loaded, trunks full of beer...

We hoot and holler, the earth's our playground…

But the fuel is going, we're using it all up...

Now we're running on fumes! Wo-oah, running on fumes!

Running on fumes! Wo-oah, we're just running on fumes!

Out in the desert, not much to burn.

Someone's been here, it's already ashes.

Engines cut out, screams from the darkness…

Nothing left to burn! Nothing to burn but ourselves!

Now we're running on fumes! Wo-oah, running on fumes!

Running on fumes! Wo-oah, we're just running on fumes!