(Springsteen). 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. 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 we'll 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 rearview 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 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'll live with the sadness. I'll love you with all the madness in my soul. Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place. Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun. But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run. .