http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgbAtASU6D4
(Hammersmith Odeon ...picked because I was there ...)
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 Nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and stepping out over the line.
Baby this town rips the bones from your back.
It's a death trap, it's 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.
We'll run till we drop, baby well never go back,
Will you walk with me out on the wire,
`cause baby I'm 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 rear view 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,
Everybody's out on the run tonight, but there's no place left to hide.
Together Wendy, we'll live with the sadness,
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.
Someday girl, I don't 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.
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