Out of the Badlands - Live

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 gеt us over the hot sand, out of the badlands
Into thе 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 better bring jeans and a sweater
If the air gets cold
'Cause we've been dreaming 'bout breaking out, running away
Since seven years old
And it won't be as hard once the fence in your yard
Disappears out of sight
And 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