"RUNNING OUT OF ROAD"

Written by Ryder Houston

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And for a long time, you wouldn’t feel anything
And then you’d burst into fire

Eyes like a highway: lost and in the mode
Our little racer boy is running out of road
Rev up your engine, then get in line
Your crystal Cadillac is moving in my mind, my, my

And for a long time, you wouldn’t feel anything
Forever

Speed bumping mannequin has made an impression
On you
Sex vindication is a colored confession
Not a thing you can do

Speed down into the ground
Our little racer boy is running right out of this town
Fast mode, he’s gonna explode
Our little racer boy is running, running out of road

Don’t be so tone-deaf, don’t be so blind
That crystal crucifix is dated by design
Let’s take a joyride; come on down to Motor City
Route 666 lover boy

Mr. Erotica has made a connection
With you
Sexual tension is your latest obsession
Got a dream coming true to you

Speed down into the ground
Our little racer boy is running right out of this town
Fast mode, he’s gonna explode
Our little racer boy is running, running out of road
Speed down (Speed down into the ground)
Into the ground
Our little racer boy is running right out of this town
Fast mode (Fast mode, he's gonna explode)
He’s gonna explode
Our little racer boy is running, running out of road