And by day we sweat it out on the street of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in our suicide machines
Sprung from cages on highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bone from your back
It s a death trap, it s a suicide rap
I wanna get out while I m still young
Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
