..In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages on Highway 9, chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected, and stepping out over the line Whoah 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 wanna guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap, well run till we drop, baby well never go back Whoah, 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 wanna know if love is wild, baby, I wanna know if love is real Oh can you show me Huh! Now! Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The 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 Huh! 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 Whoah, someday girl, I dont know when Were gonna get to that place where we really want to go and well walk in the sun But till then tramps like us, baby we were born to run Ah honey, tramps like us, baby we were born to run Come on Wendy, tramps like us, baby we were born to run Whoah whoah whoah-whoah Hmm hmm hmm-hmm Oh-oh oh whoah whoah whoah-whoah Whoah oh oh oh whoah Hmm hmm hmm-hmm Whoah whoah whoah-whoah Whoah whoah whoah-whoah Whoah oh oh oh whoah...
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 21:26:34 +0000