¿Quieres caminar conmigo sobre la cuerda floja?

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.

Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun, but till then tramps like us, baby,

we were born to run.