Neon Horses

Back when my friend and I were younger
In our experimental teens
We climbed in and out of our bedroom windows
Take it to Extremes

Extremes was a local bar
With a workin' class still
On beer and country music
We used to stand outside and pretend as if
We were like men

Grown men
Raising up those long-neck torches
Like neon horses
Hear 'em singin'

Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, la
Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, la

They work a 40-hour week for a livin'
But they don't make a lot
They put 40 hours into the weekend
And they do their best to do a real good job
Friday night at five o'clock
'Til the Monday morning sunrise
They run wild like neon horses

We were introduced to our 20s, our responsibilities
And the man looking over our shoulders, keeping tabs on him and me
And the clock gave us just enough time to get home, eat and sleep
But every night when I lay down
Felt like a long rope was choking me, so did he

Oh, but you can't grow tired enough to
Still the voices of neon horses
Hear 'em singin'

Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, la
Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, la

We work a 40-hour week for a livin'
But we don't make a lot
We put 40 hours into the weekend
And we do our best to do a real good job
Friday night at five o'clock
'Til the Monday morning sunrise
We run wild like neon horses

Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, la
Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, la (born in Heaven)
Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, la