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In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway 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 steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back I
ts a death trap, its a suicide rap We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
 
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 across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

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 streets tonight
 In an everlasting kiss

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 well live with the sadness
 I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
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