Don't tell your mama, Don't tell your daddy, Baby, let's just go. The only escaping, the only salvation Is a long dark road
You're bitin' your lip girl, You're tight as a fist girl, We'll be all right Once we're over the hot sand, Out of the badlands, into the night.
Don't trust the teachers, Don't trust the preachers That the world is round We'll find out for ourselves, Once we break past the shell on the edge of this town
I got some twenties and tens In a Maxwell House can with the lid on tight, To get us over the hot sand, Out of the badlands, into the night.
Oh, There's a billion little stars, Oh, Let's pick out which one is ours Oh, Girl, I need you by my side, To get over the hot sand, Out of the badlands, into the night.
Baby you'd better Get jeans and a sweater If the air gets cold 'Cause we been dreaming bout breaking out, Running away, since seven years old
And it won't be as hard Once the fence in our yard Disappears out of sight
When we're over the hot sand, Out of the badlands, into the night.
Oh, There's a billion little stars, Oh, Let's pick out which one is ours Oh, Girl, I need you by my side, To get over the hot sand, Out of the badlands, into the night. To get over the hot sand, Out of the badlands, into the night.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
