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
hundred different ways to cause hysteria
I insane, am I blind?
I just can't seem to [bad word] Too many [bad word] back at you
 [bad word] out
Of money
Of love
Of luck [bad word] out
Of language
Of fame
Of bread [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] out
Of money
Of each other
Of confidence [bad word] out
Of [bad word] Of patience
Of air [bad word] out
 [bad word] out
Of money
Of love
Of luck [bad word] out
Of fame
Of language
Of bread [bad word] out
Of money
Of each other
Of confidence [bad word] out
Of dugs
Of patience
Of air [bad word] out