We're runaways in a bandnAll roads lead to HollywoodnWe'll leave a scar, won't give a damnnVandalize the neighborhoodnDo you remember when nWe slept all day in our clothes?nThat's okay in HollywoodnAnother shot, another shownAll night long at the Whisky a-go-gonnWe were on the runnGot loaded like a shotgunnLivin' out a dreamnDown at the WhiskynWe never made a dimenBut, God we had a good timenWe always made a scenenDown at the WhiskynnLA girls, they paid the rentnWhile we got drunk on sunset stripnAnd all the cash they made we spentnOn tattoos and cigarettesnWe were born to fightnAnd we were getting highnLivin' out our dreams down at the Whisky