AO: Brickyard

When: 06/21/2022

PAX:

Number of Pax: 6

Pax Names: baby steps, Bonilla, Hass, Red Hat, The Mole, Z93,

Number of FNGS: 0

FNG Names:

QIC: Bonilla


In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At gloom we ride through the Canton of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Main Street
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
Yes, men, we were
Z93, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your feet ’round these velvet shoes
And strap your headlamps cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run ’til we drop, baby, we’ll never go back
Oh, will you run with me out on the wire?
‘Cause, Mole, I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Hass, I want to know if love is real
Oh, can you show me
Beyond the Parks, hemi-powered drones
Scream down the boulevard
Red Hat combs his hair in rearview mirrors
And Babysteps tries to look so hard
The Heritage park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in the mist
I wanna die with you, Men, on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highway’s jammed with broken HIMs
On a last chance power run
Everybody’s out on the run this morning
But there’s no place left to hide
Together, Z93, we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, someday, boy, I don’t know when
We’re gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go and we’ll run in the sun
But ’til then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Oh homey, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Come on with me, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

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