Dying Out by The Ghoulies Lyrics

Leaking out oil, dying out fast
Waiting on hope, while sitting on our ass
Moods dying down after ragin up
Buckle up tight there buttercup

Tires don’t catch here anymore
Everyone’s fallin’ out the locked door
Exhaust is shootin’ out in the air
Nothing to look at in the rear view mirror

Records don't sound like they use to
The diners aren't as sweet as it use to...be

They don't run like they used to
Don't run like they used to

251 Acres for sale
Cars driving by, guitar on a pail
Ants biting hard, hope on the way
5 hours left till the end of the day