Hurry up get your ass in gear 'cos we're runnin' outta stuff
we're freakin' out cos we're comin' down and there's never quite enough,
we scored big on a midweek gig, and the money got us high,
now the sun is comin' up and we're scared we're gonna die...
so make a turn on Berry St. we're by the bombed out church,
there's only us don't worry la, don't leave us in the lurch,
can you take me to an ATM or am I good for tick?
and can you bring some cigarettes? Just get here man and quick...
Jackie Boy and Damo man well their phones are ringin' out
we should have ordered more I guess and there's always loads about
Woody's in the slammer and Big Pete just ain't around
I know I can depend on you when the circus is in town
so make a turn on Berry St. we're by the bombed out church, there's only us don't worry dude, don't leave us in the lurch, can you take me to an ATM or am I good for tick? and can you bring some cigarettes? Just get here man and quick...
Runnin' outta stuff...
Written by R.I.McNabb © Peermusic (UK) Ltd. 2020
Ian McNabb: Lead vocal, backing vocals, acoustic guitars, electric guitar. Ciaron Bell: Wurlitzer piano, backing vocals. Carl Simmons: Upright bass. Nick Kilroe: Drums.
