In a bar in downtown Dale, an old man tells a tale
He screams of a day of poets where
The streets are ours not theirs
He screams piss on everything
My leather jacket, zipped up and ready
The boots are on my feet
They keep me steady
I want to join the gang and sing
Bright lights, big city
Bright lights, big city
(We want the streets)
We want the streets
We want the streets
Bright lights, big city
Old men say, they say son
It's gonna be hard to get older
Give it time and you will see
Well, now that time has come and gone, it's gone
I may be young but I know nothing
Nothing really matters
Except what's in your heart
No good, no bad, no wrong, no right
Bright lights, big city
Bright lights, big city
(We want the streets)
We want the streets
We want the streets
Bright lights, big city
Meet us on the streets
Underneath bright lights in the city
There we'll find our hearts
Our souls, our dreams
Meet us on the streets
Underneath bright lights big city
Nothing hold us back when we believe
Our hearts are size of buildings
Bright lights, big city
Bright lights, big city
(We want the streets)
We want the streets
We want the streets
Bright lights, big city
(We want the streets)
We want the streets
We want the streets
Bright lights, big city