In the day we sweat it out on the streets of [bad word] American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines [bad word] from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line
h-Oh, 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 [bad word] 
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together Wendy we could break this trap [bad word] till we drop,and baby we'll never go back
h-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
You know I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard [bad word] their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss.

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
And everybody's out on [bad word] tonight
but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all of the madness in my soul
h-Oh, Someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really wan to go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born [bad word] 
Oh-Oh
Baby we were born [bad word]