Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wayford West
Performer
Maximilian Schmidt
Vocals
Julian Müller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maximilian Schmidt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordi Büchel
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I was born in the midnight sun
On the wild side
Got a ramblin’ heart
But I´m trapped here everyday
I dream of getting away
Oh lord, I hate these prison walls
Running down the halls
Lay your burden down
Take heart and heed the call
If you got the balls
Ring, ring goes the bell, goes the bell
And I pray they go to hell
May they go to hell
I would die for every mile on whitewall tires
Streets on fire
Far from the city lights
We go far from the city lights
We can fly
Far from the city lights
I wanna sleep under glowing stars
A million miles from here
Fuel up the car
Ride free like way back when
Me and my outlaw friends
Oh, the street will lead us straight
Into the wild days
We’ll have to break their rules
Have to go our own ways
Never cared ‘bout what they say
Ring, ring goes the bell, goes the bell
And I pray they go to hell
May they go to hell
I would die for every mile on whitewall tires
Streets on fire
On fire
Far from the city lights
Ring, ring goes the bell, goes the bell
And I pray they go to hell
May they go to hell
I would die for every mile on whitewall tires
Streets on fire
Die for every mile on whitewall tires
Streets on fire
On fire
On fire
Far from the city lights
We go far from the city lights
We can fly
Far from the city lights
We go far from the city lights, from the city lights
Out into the night, we were born to fly
We can fly, fly away in the dead of the night
Far from the city lights
Written by: Maximilian Schmidt

