RUNNING ON BROKEN/JUNKYARD HEART 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 bu*tonightwere 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