Neil Cicierega - Born to Cat lyrics
[Neil Cicierega - Born to Cat lyrics]
In the day we sweat it out on
The streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions
Of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and
Steppin' out over the line
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
The streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions
Of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and
Steppin' out over the line
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
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