Songwriters: Bruce Springsteen

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream

At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines

Sprung from cages out on highway nine,

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 to run

Yes, girl we were

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 we could break this trap

We’ll run till we drop, 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

But I gotta know how it feels

I want to know if love is wild

Babe I want to know if love is real

Oh, can you show me

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard

Girls comb 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

One, two, three, four!

The 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

H-Oh, Someday girl I don’t know when

We’re gonna get to that place

Where we really wanna go

And we’ll walk in the sun

But till then tramps like us

Baby we were born to run

Oh honey, tramps like us

Baby we were born to run

Come on with me, tramps like us