David Stephenson - Air Supply lyrics

When things are going wrong
Like this broken record song
And the air supply has dwindled down
To the red in your gauge-o-meter
Run don't walk don't walk run
Down Fremont Ave. like a bullet gun
Step inside the King Food Mart
And order one of their special slurries
Step outside find a man
Who sells strange powders from his hand
Give him money all you have
And you will feel better
You will feel better.