D                                       G                     Bm    A 
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream  
D                                                G                Bm      A 
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines  
G                        Bm 
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,  
       D                       A 
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line  
G                       Bm 
Baby this town rips the bones from your back  
       D                  A 
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap  
         G                   A 
We gotta get out while we're young  
       G               A                    D 
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run