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