The Jazz Butcher
The Jazz Butcher Lyrics Running on Fumes

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Running on Fumes
Running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
Nothing in the tank, nothing in the bank, everybody's running on fumes
Running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
If you don't come around in the next ten minutes, everybody's running on fumes
Existential threats pile up like mashed potato snow around my door

They say that fear's a man's best friend and every day it seems that I have more
I'm gonna throw a party and I'm gonna take requests
Send out invitations to the people I detest
They've been dying for some entertainment, you know the rest

Because we're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
Lemmy and Bowie and Prince all gone, everybody's running on fumes
Make your own entertainment, that's what you're gonna have to do
Make your own entertainment, while you slowly come to understand your stupid dreams aren't coming true
We're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
Hermann Hesse, Mackie Messer, everybody's running on fumes
When I said we could be ghosts, I didn't mean for you to disappear on me
Well I hope you're feeling better, hope your life is all you wanted it to be
But I don't know what I should do with all this stuff you bought
And I can't understand how all we had just came to naught
You can color me distracted, you can color me distraught

Cause we're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
People like us can't have nice things
Everybody's running on fumes
No escalators, no dumbwaiters, fuck this shit, I'll see you later
Vintage Burmese dinner gong rings out all down the wing

Tiny cans of Coke for free, is that what you chose over me
Companionship, security, I just can't take this seriously
Any moment now somebody's going to say toxic, that's for sure
Yes cause people love to talk that way, and people only ever make me bored
Now I'm squirming like a salmon that's been landed by a bear
I didn't see it coming and I didn't see you care
Is there anything as cheap as chasing profit from despair

We're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
Light up that gaslight, lift that broom

Everybody's running on fumes
Running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
There's a bloody great elephant in this room
Everybody's running on fumes
Everybody's running, the futility is stunning
Everybody's running on fumes

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4 documented performances (click to explore)
2020 1 (Pat Solo)
2021 3 (Pat Solo)
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  • That's assured
    okschuler[at]-remove-gmail.com - Carol in Lansing
    14Feb2022 9:15 PM (294 days 16 hours ago)
    Any moment now, somebody's going to say toxic, that's assured.
  • mashed potato snow
    okschuler[at]-remove-gmail.com - Carol in Lansing
    23Jan2022 1:56 AM (317 days 11 hours ago)
    Whoops. Mashed potato snow is from Walk With the Devil, obviously, not Baltic. But Baltic is a very snowy song.
  • References
    okschuler[at]-remove-gmail.com - Carol in Lansing
    19Jan2022 9:31 PM (320 days 16 hours ago)
    "Mashed potato snow" goes back to Pat's own song Baltic.
    "They say that fear's a man's best friend" references John Cale's song Fear.
    "When I said we could be ghosts" goes back to Pat's song Ghosts...any others?
  • Took a stab at it
    okschuler[at]-remove-gmail.com - Carol in Lansing
    11Jan2022 4:26 PM (328 days 21 hours ago)
    Running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
    Nothing in the tank, nothing in the bank, everybody's running on fumes
    Running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
    If you don't come around in the next ten minutes, everybody's running on fumes
    Existential threats pile up like mashed potato snow around my door
    They say that fear's a man's best friend and every day it seems that I have more
    I'm gonna throw a party and I'm gonna take requests
    Send out invitations to the people I detest
    They've been dying for some entertainment, you know the rest
    Because we're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
    Lemmy and Bowie and Prince all gone, everybody's running on fumes
    Make your own entertainment, that's what you're gonna have to do
    Make your own entertainment, while you slowly come to understand your stupid dreams aren't coming true
    We're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
    Hermann Hesse, Mackie Messer, everybody's running on fumes
    When I said we could be ghosts, I didn't mean for you to disappear on me
    Well I hope you're feeling better, hope your life is all you wanted it to be
    But I don't know what I should do with all this stuff you bought
    And I can't understand how all we had just came to naught
    You can color me distracted, you can color me distraught
    Cause we're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
    People like us can't have nice things
    Everybody's running on fumes
    No escalators, no dumbwaiters, fuck this shit, I'll see you later
    Vintage Burmese dinner gong rings out all down the wing
    Tiny cans of Coke for free, is that what you chose over me
    Companionship, security, I just can't take this seriously
    Any moment now somebody's going to say toxic, that's for sure
    Yes cause people love to talk that way, and people only ever make me bored
    Now I'm squirming like a salmon that's been landed by a bear
    I didn't see it coming and I didn't see you care
    Is there anything as cheap as chasing profit from despair
    We're running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
    Light up that gaslight, lift that broom
    Everybody's running on fumes
    Running on fumes, running on fumes, everybody's running on fumes
    There's a bloody great elephant in this room
    Everybody's running on fumes
    Everybody's running, the futility is stunning
    Everybody's running on fumes
  • Bloody great
    okschuler[at]-remove-gmail.com - Carol in Lansing
    7Jan2022 9:35 PM (332 days 16 hours ago)
    One more elephant for the road.