Dreams in the gutter, stars in my eyes, Played it safe while my soul ran dry. The city screamed, “Come on, boy, play!” But I drowned that voice in another day. In the noise and the neon haze, My heart kept beating through the cage. I heard the rhythm of my heart loud and mean, Pounding through the smoke and gasoline. Fear tried to kill it, but it couldn’t tear apart, The dirty little truth in the rhythm of my heart. Years rolled by on a borrowed dream, Nine-to-five and a dead-end scheme. But every night that beat came back, Like a loaded gun on a rusted track. Can’t hide from the sound inside, It’s the one damn thing I can’t deny. I heard the rhythm of my heart loud and mean, Pounding through the smoke and gasoline. Fear tried to kill it, but it couldn’t tear apart, The dirty little truth in the rhythm of my heart. Yeah, I’ve bled for the dream, I’ve kissed the dirt, But I’d rather burn than never get hurt. Now the lights hit my face, and I finally see, The sound I was chasing was always me. I heard the rhythm of my heart loud and mean, Pounding through the smoke and gasoline. Fear tried to kill it, but it couldn’t tear apart, ’Cause I’m still alive in the rhythm of my heart! I heard the rhythm of my heart loud and mean, Pounding through the smoke and gasoline. Fear tried to kill it, but it couldn’t tear apart, ’Cause I’m still alive in the rhythm of my heart!
