Running on Empty

I feel so numb, I’m out of gas
The world outside keeps spinning fast
Gotta keep up, gotta make it OK
I gotta big mean truck that don’t run this way

Running on empty, running all day
Running on empty, and the man don’t pay

I’m not crazy, the world is crazy
The working class is what they call me baby
I’m not a commodity, that object I create is not me
I’m just a slave to the political economy

Running on empty, running all day
Running on empty, and the man don’t pay

Oh great source, where are you?
Sinking in, find true blue
I’m a feather in this whirlwind
Oh great source, slow the wind
Slow the wind, slow the wind

Running on empty, running all day
Running on empty, and the man don’t pay