Texty: Betchadupa. Running Out Of Time.

We're in the year of the dogbite
Said the man in the moonlight
His face is carved like a madman
Fight the flames of a dragon

Running out of time
There's nothing I can try
There's nothing I can try
Running out of time
There's nothing I can try
There's nothing I can try

Meet the man underwater
He's sitting down on the sulphur
He took the track on the wrong side
Now he's in for the long ride
Several robberies
I'm told I saw the crime
You said it's up to me and that's fine


Running out of time
There's nothing I can try
There's nothing I can try
Running out of time
There's nothing I can try
There's nothing I can try

In the end is the place we remain
and turn to gold

Running out of time
There's nothing I can try
There's nothing I can try