This is the journal of Benedict Beaumont as he travels round India on a Mororbike.

This is the journal of Benedict Beaumont as he travels round India on a Mororbike.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Born to Run

[To be played over 'Credits and Thanks'. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMfE2Se4r9w]

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages on highway 9
Front wheel fuel injected and stepping out over the line
Oh baby this town rips the balls from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We got to get out whilst we're young
'Cause tramps like us Baby we were Born to Run

Will you let me in I wanna be your friend I wanna 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 and baby we'll never go back
Oh will you walk with out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I wanna know if Love is wild, I wanna know if Love is real

Beyond the palace powered hemi 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
Kids are huddled on the beach in the mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the Street tonight
In an ever lasting Kiss

Highways jammed with broken heels
on a last chance power drive
Well everybody's out on the rocks tonight
but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
And I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh someday girl I don't know when
We gonna get to that place that we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun
But 'till then tramps like us - Baby we were Born to Run
Tramps like us - baby we were Born to Run
Tramps like us - Baby we were Born to Run

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