ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Born to run

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At nights we ride the mansions of glory in my suicide machines
Sprung from cages on highway nine
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and stepping out over the line

Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
You 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 hips and strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap we’ll run till we drop and 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
I’ve gotta know how it feels
I wanna know if love is wild, I wanna know if love is real

Up back, to the right

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rear view mirrors and the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark as kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss

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 can live with the sadness I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don’t know when we’ll get to the place that we really wanna go and we’ll walk in the sun

But ‘till then baby we were born to run
Baby we were born to run
Tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
Yes born to run