Runnin' Outta Luck

There's a light in your hair, an apocalyptic glare
 We're in love again, we're in love again
 And it looks just like a comet, fire coming from it
 Oh baby, let's just sit back and stare
 We're in love again, we're in love again
 And I can't stop thinking 'bout it
 My favorite kind of fever
 When you tell me not to doubt it, I tell you I believe you
 I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
 And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
 And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
 Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
 Now there's cash on a stage, doesn't matter what they paid
 We're in love again, we're in love again
 So please don't stand around me
 When she starts her dancing
 I'm feeling like I might catch a case
 We're in love again, I said we're in love again
 And I can't stop thinking 'bout it
 She's probably gonna leave you
 But she tells me not to doubt it
 And I'm starting to believe her
 Understand
 I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
 And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
 And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
 Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
 In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
 We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread
 And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head
 So keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
 Where you been?
 I been in the smoke
 Oh oh, oh
 I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
 And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
 And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
 Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
 In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
 We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread
 And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head
 So keep running out of luck, keep running out of...
 Keep running out of luck