Bulletproof Heart

I turn off the radio, but the music never stops in my head

My bones are too eager to run and do something

I don't care to be held down by one thing for too long

They—my friends—tell me to come home and be safe from the Draculoids

But they just don't understand

I don't want to be safe, I want to be free

Free to be who I've got to be

Beckoned by my motorcycle, I let the desert dust fly

When the world whirls by me this fast,

I like to pretend that I'm not on the run

And that it was a sweet yesterday that I barely knew

I know that eventually I will be a part of someone else's yesterday

On a day that I am not the one left standing

But for now, my spirit cannot be damaged by anything

I don't know where I'm headed

But I don't need to know

All I want is to end up somewhere past hopelessness

To run away from being on the run

Although my judgement is called into question

When the bright lights of Battery City cue a team of Draculoids

To pick up on my tail

All I have is a gun and my heart

Maybe they will be the lights to save me

Or maybe these pigs will leave me falling

But whether or not my body is saved does not matter

Because my heart—my soul—is bulletproof