I see the people walking down the streets at night They all look like they long for a fight It's like a dream where everybody is for sale In a country where they're angry and the sky is pale
We always want something more, hell, we want it all Then you can go back to your life, if that's what it's called It's such a terrible fate to be young and ugly And be faced with so much uncertainty
You better keep your sanity You better keep your sanity
Bright lights go up, big city come down Bright lights go up, big city come down Bright lights go up, big city come down Bright lights go up, big city come down
