We all wanna be people in a magazine
Strike it rich,make the scene
Die rightnow or live out our dream
TonightI'm cashing in my rain check with you
So baby, I guess some do come true
I use to ride in them cars that only looked good
Now I won't settle unless theres something under the hood
I've paidthe price for dreaming
Buttonightwere saving up a few to believe in
You get this engine running
Running on a broken heart
Looking for a place to start
Running on broken parts
We drive that high road of Treason
Them losers on main street are always in season
From up here the worlds problems appear smaller
Jacked up frames make us just a little taller
We sat back and watched our fathers hearts take the bust
I'drather start her up, then stand towatch her rust
You get this engine running
Going on a broken heart
Looking for a place to start
Running on broken parts
Leaving,cause here they'reforeclosing dreams
We always pay for them free rides, or so it seems
self-maid sinners and self proclaimed winners
Hitch a ride back to realitytonight
In the back of marked cars, through the park
We burned this town down all from a few sparks
You get this engine running
Rolling on a broken parts
Looking for a place to start
Running on a broken parts
We'llride it together, baby you and me
Ride the line of plans and schemes
It just might be a little hope, the hope that sets me free
Tired of living out a blind mans dream
They say men like me end up dead or in jail
There's only two lanes to choose our path to prevail
They built this town on favors invested in tomorrow
Now they say we got to payback a barrow
Running on fumes, running on fumes, fueling up on the sorrow
In the junkyard of your heart
You always find the right parts