One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat

And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night, we cut loose from everything

To go running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets
Terry, we swore we'd live forever
Takin' it on them backstreets together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the streets dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
At night sometimes, it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying

Blame it on the lies that killed us
Blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me Terry
It don't matter to me now

When the breakdown hit at midnight
There was nothin’ left to say
But I hated him and I hated you when you went away
Whoa, ah, whoa, oooh

(Musical Interlude)

Laying in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes, we thought we had to be
And after all this time, to find, we're just like all the rest
Stranded on the park and forced to confess

To, hide on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Where, we swore forever friends
On the backstreets, until the end

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

It was alright
We’ll go hiding on the backstreets, tonight

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Whoa, girl, ooo
Whoa, ooo, oh, oooo
Ah, whoa, oooo, oooo
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Backstreets Lyrics

Bruce Springsteen – Backstreets Lyrics

Songwriters: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Backstreets lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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