Run the Streets

The neon bleeds into the gutter tonight We’re shadows carving ghosts in the artificial light ’69 is burning, a fever in the veins We’re the oil in the water, we’re the breaking of the chains From the belly of the canyon to the steam of the grate We don’t check the compass, we don’t negotiate with fate. Hear the thunder rolling ’cross the concrete skin Where the midnight ends and the sins begin Got a pocket full of nothing and a tank full of lead Running from the voices ringing inside of our heads. We are the mercury, we are the rust Sifting the diamonds from the city dust. Ooh, we run the streets, yeah, we own the sound Chasing the horizon through every godforsaken town From the Times Square haze to the edge of the line We’re riding on the jagged teeth of a broken time Run the streets—don’t look back at the glare There’s nothing left behind us but the smoke in the air. The skyscrapers watch us like judges in the dark Leaving tire tread signatures, leaving a spark We’re nameless outlaws in a leather clad parade Trading our futures for the games that we played The radio’s screaming a song we don’t know Just gasoline dreams and the nowhere to go. Is it freedom? Or are we just fleeing the ghost? A toast to the empty, a ghost to the host The map is a liar, the stars are all blind We’re leaving the sanity further behind (Further behind... further behind...) Ooh, we run the streets, yeah, we own the sound Chasing the horizon through every godforsaken town From the Times Square haze to the edge of the line We’re riding on the jagged teeth of a broken time Run the streets—don’t look back at the glare There’s nothing left behind us but the smoke in the air. The sunrise is coming, but we don’t want the day Just keep the chrome spinning, keep the asphalt gray Run the streets… Run the streets…