We'll I'm running out of fuel
Yeah I'm rolling on the fumes
But I stand, stand the test of time
With a millions miles ahead
Oh, my batteries are dead
But I roll, rolling down the line
Now I lose my frown, 'cause it's saturday night
The music's loud and everything's alright
It's alright, alright to me, it's alright
It's true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze
And everything will be just fine
All you gotta do is fill me up with booze
And everything will be alright
Now my heart is growing cold
And my stories getting old
I agree, it's boring being me
I am running out of air
Used it all and nothing spared
But I breathe, breathing gazoline
Now I lose my frown, 'cause it's saturday night
The music's loud and everything's alright
It's alright, it's alright to me, it's alright
It's true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze
And everything will be just fine
All you gotta do is fill me up with booze
And everything will be alright
Yeah, but I lose my frown, and it's saturday night
The music is gone but everything's fine
It's alright, it's alright to me, it's alright
It's true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze
And everything will be just fine
All you gotta do is fill me up with booze
And everything will be alright
All I ask of you, is fill me up with booze
And everything could be, should be, would be alright
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- Flash The Leather
- Monkeys With Guns
- Miscellaneous
- Burnout Boulevard
- Berlin Burnout
- Screwed, Blued and Tattooed
- Bigger Than Jesus
- Up Sampler 14
- Straight Flush Ghetto
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 3
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 129: January 2005
- Six Feet Down and Two Fingers Up
- Air & Style, Volume 9
- Partners in Crime, Volume 1
- Rock Hard: Dynamit, Volume 58
- Where the Bad Boys Rock
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 78
- The Next Generation
- The Horrorway E.P.
- Where the Bad Boys Rock, Volume 2