Truce

[Verse 1]

I'm out cruising in the desert

It feels so fucking great

The coolest pleasure is to ride in

My Mustang, my Mustang '68!

[Chorus]

I'm running out of fuel

I'm running out of gas

[Verse 2]

My babe's in the backseat now

And I'm on the top of the world

Four liters of whisky makes us neat

When doubles our crops of feat

[Chorus]

I'm running out of fuel

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

I'm running out of gas

I'm running out of fuel

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

I'm running out of gas

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]

I'm running out of fuel

I'm running out of gas

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

I'm running out of fuel

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

I'm running out of gas

[Bridge]

I'm running, running out of fuel

I'm running, running out of gas

I'm running, running out of fuel

I'm running, oh!

I'm running, running out fuel, yeah!

Oh, I'm running, running out of gas, yeah

Oh, I'm running