Back when my friend and I were youngerIn our experimental teensWe climbed in and out of our bedroom windowsTake it to ExtremesExtremes was a local barWith a workin' class stillOn beer and country musicWe used to stand outside and pretend as ifWe were like menGrown menRaising up those long-neck torchesLike neon horsesHear 'em singin'Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, laOoh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, laThey work a 40-hour week for a livin'But they don't make a lotThey put 40 hours into the weekendAnd they do their best to do a real good jobFriday night at five o'clock'Til the Monday morning sunriseThey run wild like neon horsesWe were introduced to our 20s, our responsibilitiesAnd the man looking over our shoulders, keeping tabs on him and meAnd the clock gave us just enough time to get home, eat and sleepBut every night when I lay downFelt like a long rope was choking me, so did heOh, but you can't grow tired enough toStill the voices of neon horsesHear 'em singin'Ooh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, laOoh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, laWe work a 40-hour week for a livin'But we don't make a lotWe put 40 hours into the weekendAnd we do our best to do a real good jobFriday night at five o'clock'Til the Monday morning sunriseWe run wild like neon horsesOoh, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, la, la, laOoh, 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
