Besedila: Madcap. Bright Lights, Big City.

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