dire straits
heavy fuel
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right ‘cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like dirty tricks ‘cos if you wanna run cool Yes, if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who’s strong The things she’ll do to turn me on I love the babes, don’t get me wrong Hey, that’s why I wrote this song I don’t care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don’t care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won’t climb this hill I’ll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill ‘cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes, if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel