Running on Fuel - Ben Bostick

Leaving the bar, my breath’s as hard as regular gasoline

Fire up a bone while I’m swerving home, blowing smoke like a Model T

Wake up to a cup as black as tar, go to work and get beat like a mule

I’m just as empty as I am poor, so I’m running on fuel

I’m running on fuel, it’s all I can do

To get up and make it through

Coffee in the morning, whiskey in the evening

Cigarettes all day long

I’m running low on faith and lower on pride

I’m out of love, but I still gotta drive

I feel like a fool, but it’s all I can do

I’m running on fuel

I ain’t lazy, and I ain’t no martyr, I ain’t leaning on Uncle Sam

I just drink coffee like crazy, whiskey like water, and smoke like a power plant

I’m running on fuel, it’s all I can do

To get up and make it through

Coffee in the morning, whiskey in the evening

Cigarettes all day long

I’m running low on faith and lower on pride

I’m out of love, but I still gotta drive

I feel like a fool, but it’s all I can do

I’m running on fuel

Sometimes getting by seems harder than dying

But something in a man just makes him keep on trying

Ain’t got no wife, ain’t got no kids that I know of, it’s hard enough as it is

To work all day then make it to that barstool, I’m running on fuel

I’m running on fuel, it’s all I can do

To get up and make it through

Coffee in the morning, whiskey in the evening

Cigarettes all day long

I’m running low on faith and lower on pride

I’m out of love, but I still gotta drive

I feel like a fool, but it’s all I can do

I’m running on fuel