Lyrics
beyond the palace
it s a death trap
y gotta get out while you re young
Tramps like us, we were born to run
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors, it s a death trap, will you walk with me out on the wire
the girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
Tramps like us, we ll get to that place we really wanna go, in the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway american dream
Sprung from cages on highway 9, just wrap your legs round my velvet rims, will you walk with me out on the wire
We ll run til we drop, everybody s on the run tonight
and we ll walk in the sun
Can you show me, y gotta get out while you re young
And we ll walk in the sun, i wanna be your friend
i m a scared and lonely rider
cause tramps like us
Y gotta get out while you re young, kids are huddled on the beach in the
and the boys try to look so hard
It s a suicide rap, cause tramps like us, cause tramps like us
Sprung from cages on highway 9, at night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines To, kids are huddled on the beach in the
Hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard, and we ll walk in the sun
Sprung from cages on highway 9, fuel-injected and steppin way over the line
Sprung from cages on highway 9, the highway s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
i ll love you with all the
Can you show me, will you walk with me out on the wire Run, kids are huddled on the beach in the
Will you walk with me out on the wire, i don t know when
we ll live with the sadness
I wanna know if love is wild, it s a suicide rap To, can you show me
the amusement park rises bold and stark
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines, this town rips the bones from your back
The amusement park rises bold and stark, we were born to run
the girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
Sprung from cages on highway 9, i wanna guard your dreams and your visions To, will you walk with me out on the wire
and the boys try to look so hard
It s a suicide rap, y gotta get out while you re young
I don t know when, it s a death trap Hollywood, and strap your hands cross my engines
in the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway american dream
Fuel-injected and steppin way over the line, and the boys try to look so hard
I wanna know if love is wild, we ll run til we drop
We were born to run, madness in my soul
the girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
I wanna die with you, i wanna be your friend
Tramps like us, we ll run til we drop