“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me, and now it’s all gone. And I’ll never get it back in me. It’s too late. Life is a series of closing doors, isn’t it?”—Bojack Horseman
Left channel: Act II version of Breaking Out, with original drums by Demon Barber by guitar by Scartoe and Heath Who Hath No Name
Right channel: 2012 Edit version, with new drums by Reanimator and guitar by Sir Robert Bakker and Ringo Segundo
The city doesn’t know what’s coming, She doesn’t feel the heat. The city won’t know what hit her, What knocked her out into the streets. The city is thinking that it’s over, and she’s already fast asleep. So I’m breaking out of here tonight. I am ready.
We’re given only what we need, Only the chance to survive. And even then, it’s a coin toss, A roll of the dice. There’s gotta be something better, Something that feels more alive. So I’m breaking out of here tonight. I’m breaking out of here.
You’ve got to feel it girl, Feel the wind pick up. It feels like something’s gonna change, but there’s no use putting it in drive if all the wheels are stuck. There’s somethin’ wrong here, like this whole city wants to scream, But no one makes a sound.
But, you’ve got to feel it, baby. So I’m going to find out what it is and I’m going to tear it down
The engine’s running, baby. We don’t have time for goodbyes. I know you can’t come with me. I see that look in your eyes.
So kiss me fast cause there’s no time to lose. Leave the light on I’ll come back for you. When everything is said and done, I swear I’m gonna make it right. I’m breaking out of here tonight.
I’m so tired of giving up. I am so tired of giving in. You wake up knowing things should change, not knowing where to begin. This city won’t say where she’s going, and she won’t speak of where she’s been. So I’m breaking out of here tonight… Breakin’ out.
Don’t turn your back on the city
Say a prayer for all the children still sleeping.
Say a prayer for all the fathers who still remember.
Say a prayer for all the girls who’ve learned to stand up.
Say a prayer for all the boys who won’t surrender.
Sometimes I just want to drive until the streets run out. I want to burn until there’s nothing left to burn about. This city’s waiting for a better day. When I get back there will be hell to pay. But, if I’m the only one left standing, I will not be afraid to fight. I’m breaking out of here tonight.
I feel a fever coming on me, burning out of control. And I hear nothing but the static. For years now there’s been nothing but the static on the radio.
If you can hear my voice outside these walls, if you can hear me sending out this message tonight, then break the silence, send a signal back. I’m coming, all I need is a little guiding light. …If you can hear me.
Don’t turn your back on the city…
If you can hear me… Don’t turn your back on the city.