Air Supply Lyrics

When things are going wrong
like this broken record song
and the air supply has dwindled down
to the red in your gauge-o-meter
run don't walk don't walk run
down Fremont Ave. like a bullet gun
step inside the King Food Mart
and order one of their special slurries
step outside find a man
who sells strange powders from his hand
give him money all you have
and you will feel better
you will feel better.