Lyrics Running On Fumes - Tankard

Running On Fumes

We don’t need catering
Or backstage luxury
Don’t need clean hotel rooms
Liquids count.
basically
Don’t need no party girls
Dr any drugs for free
There’s just one thing we need
Liquids count, basically
Touring cities and tauring nations
We fill clubs and concert halls
But it’s a trouble with our obsession
Supplies deplete — too fast, too soon
Just empty glasses
And no more beer
What a nightmare
Our primal fear
Amps are howling
The drums are pounding
Banging heads on a shaking stage
The crowd is moshing and temperature’s rising
Where is the beer?!
We die of thirst!
Running an fumes
Energy’s low
Relight my fire!
Running on fumes
No beer, no show
Our drinking desire!
Running on fumes
Lager must flow
Our throats are dried up!
Running on fumes
That’s a no-go
Refill the tankard!
Hey promoter forget the guest-list
Cause we want a delivery
Thousands of bottles, a truckload of six-packs
Cheers to the fans!
All drinks for free!
Just empty glasses
And no more beer
What a nightmare
Our primal fear
Amps are howling
The drums are pounding
Banging heads on a shaking stage
The crowd is moshing and temperature’s rising
Where is the beer?!
We die of thirst!
Running an fumes
Energy’s low
Relight my fire!
Running on fumes
No beer, no show
Our drinking desire!
Running on fumes
Lager must flow
Our throats are dried up!
Running on fumes
That’s a no-go
Refill the tankard!
We don’t need catering
Or backstage luxury
Don’t need clean hotel rooms
Liquids count, basically
Don’t need no party girls
Or any drugs for free
There s just one thing we need
Liquids count, basically
The crowd is moshing and temperature’s rising
Where is the beer?!
We die of thirst!
Running an fumes
Energy’s low
Relight my fire!
Running on fumes
No beer, no show
Our drinking desire!
Running on fumes
Lager must flow
Our throats are dried up!
Running on fumes
That’s a no-go
Refill the tankard!
Running an fumes
Energy’s low
Relight my fire!
Running on fumes
No beer, no show
Our drinking desire!
Running on fumes
Lager must flow
Our throats are dried up!
Running on fumes
That’s a no-go
Refill the tankard!