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 steppin' out over the line
Oh, 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, 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 'cross my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, and, baby, we'll never go back
Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire? 'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels I wanna know if love is wild Babe, I wanna know if love is real Oh, can you show me?
Beyond the palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard 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 the mist I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight in an everlasting kiss
One, two, three, four The highway's 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 can live with the sadness, I'll 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 wanna go, and we'll walk in the sun But till then, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Aw, honey, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Come on, Wendy, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Run Mm Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Mm Whoa Oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Compositor: Bruce Springsteen ECAD: Obra #34177100 Fonograma #2434836