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
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
"Born To Run"
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
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
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
"Born To Run"
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
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