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
