The city is ours Because the night is young The line is out the door Tonight the city's ours Until the morning comes Today was crazy but Today was crazy but tonight We pull up, open the door

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting