- Allan Clarke
- 4:14
- 2010
- I've Got Time
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By day we sweat it out on 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
Oh baby, this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
♪
Windy, let me in, I want to be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together, girl, we can break this trap
Run 'til we drop and baby, we'll never look back
Oh, so walk with me, I don't know why
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
I want to know how it feels
I want to know if love's wild, girl
I want to know if love is real
♪
Beyond the palace in their power
Drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in their rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rides its golden star
As kids peddle on the beach in the mist
I want to die with you out on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
♪
Highways jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everyone's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together we can live with the sadness
I love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place we really want to go
And we'll walk in the sun, but until then
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run