I see the people walking down the streets at nightThey all look like they long for a fightIt's like a dream where everybody is for saleIn a country where they're angry and the sky is paleWe always want something more, hell, we want it allThen you can go back to your life, if that's what it's calledIt's such a terrible fate to be young and uglyAnd be faced with so much uncertaintyYou better keep your sanityYou better keep your sanityBright lights go up, big city come downBright lights go up, big city come downBright lights go up, big city come downBright lights go up, big city come down
