Текст песни




In the day we sweat it out on the streets
All over the American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on Highway 9
Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and sniffing out our lives
Whoa, baby, this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Yes, born to run
Oh, 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 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never look back
Whoa, will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause, baby, I'm just a skin-walk rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I wanna know what it's like to be a woman in the real
Oh, can you show me?
One, two, three, four
Beyond the palace there are power drones
Screaming down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park riders bowl in the sky
Kids are holding the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you in the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss, ha!
The highway's jammed with broken mirrors
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
We're in the movie "Red Tonight"
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I love you with all of the madness in my soul
Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place where we really want to go
And we'll walk in the sun, but 'til then
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Yeah, honey, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
C'mon with me, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh



Авторы: Paul Kennerley Copyright: Imagem Songs Ltd., Eldridge Publishing Co., Sony Pop Music Publishing, Concord Songs Limited



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