The summer is hot, the nights are still cold Here in Philadelphia, in the city of soul And we can let our hair down when it gets hot above 'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of love But someone should tell 'em there's a fire in the sky-y (hey-hey) And someone should tell 'em This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive) Here in the city of love (it's so hot) Sixty-second street and it looks like Beiruit Like, like something you would see on the picture tube You-ou-ou can watch it happen right in the cool of your front room 'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of doom Listen, let me tell ya, that the fire's real in the sky (hey-hey) And someone should understand This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive), ooh-ooh Here in the city of love (the city of love, ooh-ooh) Sometimes you can't open your door Sometimes you just can't make a mo-ove The city is black but the fire is red I've sti-ill got the sound of marching feet in my head Some love it, most don't give a da-amn But I've got the fire in my heart, sweatin' it out Children burn even when the nights are cold Here in Philadelphia, the city of soul We all let our hair down when it gets hot above 'Cause, nothin' ever happens in the city of love But mister let me tell ya, that a lot of people die You can't understand This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive) Sometimes you can't ignore Sometimes you just can't make a mo-ove The city is black but the fire is re-ed I've sti-ill got the sound of marching feet in my head But some love it, most don't give a da-amn I've got the fire in my heart, swe