CD: Corriendo con los Vapores

Been running all night, cities burning behind us...

Our revolvers loaded and our trunks full of beer...

We hoot and we holler, the earth is 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 it changes, not much to burn.

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

Then our engines cut out, screams come 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!