David Stephenson - 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.