Summertime is gone. And I just wanna lose you. That I don't wanna see you any more. Forget about the sun. Yeah, I want my city. Yeah, I want what's pretty too.
Baby, our city's on fire. Don't you know it's going to be alright. Alright, alright, alright. Lately, running through the bombs. Don't you know it's going to last all night.