In the day we sweat it out oreets of a runaway Ameri dream[1].
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide mae.
Sprung from cages out on highway 9.
e wheeled， fuel ied 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！
她注视着下方的眼神仿佛带着神奇的魔力，让人不自觉的深陷其中，随着她的高音飚上去，兴奋的