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 cityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
