because he grew up on those
words.
in the day
we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway american dream. at
night we side with mansions of glory and suicide machines. sprung
from cages out on highway nine chrome wheeled fuel injected and
steppin out over the line, oh baby this town rips the bones from
your back its a death trap, its a suicide wrap we gotta get out
while we're young. cause tramps like us, baby we were born to
run.
just like the rest of
us.
Share
Post to Facebook
Tweet on Twitter
