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And wrap your hands around my inches.
And strap your hands across my engines.
Baby this time we'll slip bombs from your back
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Baby this town rips the balls from your back
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Baby, this town rips the b***s from your back.
Baby, this town rips the bones from your back.
Baby, this town rips the bolts from your back.
Baby, this town rips the bones from your back.
Baby, we were 4-foot-1
Baby, we were born to run
Beyond the palace, heavy powered drones.
Beyond the palace, Hemi-powered drones.
Champs like us, baby, we were born to run.
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.
Chumps like us
or
Champs like us
Tramps like us
Everybody's out on the number nine bus
there's no place left to hide
Everybody's out on the run tonight but
there's no place left to hide
Front-wheel, fuel injected
And steppin' out over the line.
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
And steppin' out over the line.
Highway's down with broken Gyros.
Highway's jammed with broken heroes.
In the day we'd sweat in out on the beach of Runway 93
In the day we'd sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American Dream
The highway's down with broken Gyros
And a last jam's power dive.
The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive.
Together baby, we can break this drat, we'll run 'till we crap.
Together baby, we can break this trap, we'll run 'till we drop.
Tonight we write that Manson's all gory
Tonight we ride to mansions of glory
Trap, slap, dust
Tramps like us
When you let me in, I want to be your friend
I want to burn your dreams and visions.
Wendy let me in, I want to be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions.
When you let me in
Wendy let me in
Baby we were overrun
Baby we were born to run
Baby, we were Motorola
Baby, we were born to run
Baby, we were born in London
Baby, we were born to run
Baby, we were home to run
Baby, we were born to run
Baby, we were oderous
Baby, we were born to run
Baby, we wore corduroy
Baby, we were born to run
When they let me in, I want to be your friend
I want to guard your television
Wendy let me in, I want to be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions.
Wrap your hands around my inches.
Wrap your hands around my engines.