Running out of Time - Hot Hot Heat

Witless, humorless conversation

Has filled me up like an old gas station

I’m wallowing in a pool of gasoline

Self appointed sheriff of a popular ghost town

I’m open to bribes but I’ve arrested no one

I’m galloping off to meet my bride to be

She’ll woo the saloon then sing us both to sleep

But… I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’ve run out of time

Drop dead gorgeous art history drop out

Thought her father ought to pay for her to clear the whole shop out

She carries her cameras in hand to complete the look

Screenplay players co-writing a screenplay

Cotton candy for the eyes but cotton balls for the brain

He thinks to himself, «Thank God the bar’s not too high.»

Just look at his face and then you’ll see why

But… I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’ve run out of time

Hollywood waiter with a chip on his shoulder

Only break has been his back and yet he’s just getting older

He’s washing his clothes in a sink of self-pity

Retired ball player guest-hosting a talk show

Earned a trophy and a wife and twice he’s won the lotto

I’m running away but don’t know who from or why

Just look in his eyes and then you’ll see why

I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’ve run out of time

I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’m running out of time

I’ve run out of time