In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American - TopicsExpress



          

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway nine, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin out over the line H-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back Its a death trap, its a suicide rap We gotta get out while were young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Yes, girl we were Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims And strap your hands cross my engines Together we could break this trap Well run till we drop, baby well never go back H-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels I want to know if love is wild Babe I want to know if love is real Oh, can you show me Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight In an everlasting kiss One, two, three, four! The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybodys out on the run tonight But theres no place left to hide Together Wendy we can live with the sadness Ill love you with all the madness in my soul H-Oh, Someday girl I dont know when Were gonna get to that place Where we really wanna go And well walk in the sun But till then tramps like us Baby we were born to run Oh honey, tramps like us Baby we were born to run Come on with me, tramps like us Baby we were born to run youtube/watch?v=cDLLgunFdd0
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 22:27:20 +0000

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