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.

na na na na na na na hey!

My leather jacket is zipped up and ready.

The boots on my feet, they keep me steady.

I want to join the gang and sing.

Na na na na na na na hey!

Bright lights, big city

Bright lights, big city

we want the streets [x3]

Bright lights, big city!

Old men say, they say son

It's going to be hard to get older.

Give it time and you will see see.

Well now that time has come and gone

its gone, yeah!

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.

Na na na na na na na hey!

Bright lights, big city!

Bright lights, big city!

(we want the streets [x3])

Bright lights, big city!

Meet us on the street

Underneath bright lights, in the city.

There we'll find our hearts,

our souls,

our dreams

Meet us on the street

underneath bright lights, big city.

Nothing hold us back

when we believe our heart's

the size of buildings.

Yeah!

Bright lights, big city

Bright lights, big city

(we want the streets [x3])

Bright lights big city

Bright lights big city

(we want the streets [x3])

Bright lights, big city