Me and my best friends, cruising West End Street Hiding from cops and driving around the block all week Now, all of my friends Out on West End say we're born to die young, but we're just tryin' to live in peace
So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad Shangri-La at the bus stops And maybe God is a cop that we can fast talk
So if you're guilty and you it, put your hands up karma's just a different word for bad luck And if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
we'd better run Then better run
All of our friends went on LSD Sailing their cars the big bright city streets And everyone who our name Says that we ain't ever change They say we're born to die young, but we're tryin' to find a way They say we're born to die young, but we're tryin' to a better way
heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus And maybe God is a cop that we can fast talk
So if guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just a word for bad luck And what if death is another pair of handcuffs?
Then better run Then better run
(What up?) (Hey, up man?) (I'm just at [?]) ([?] gonna be thirty two old Tomorrow) (And I feel) (Half completely alive, then half dead)
and we pray Day day They say we're born to die young, but we're find a better way Hope and we Day day They say we're born to die young, but we're find a better way
So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad Shangri-La dealers at the bus And maybe God is just a cop that we can talk
So if you're guilty and you know it, put hands up 'Cause karma's a different word for bad luck And what if death is just pair of handcuffs?
Then we'd run Then better run Then we'd run