Back to the Streets

Well, there's an invocation of passionate rights A saxophone plays somewhere out in the night The children run to the city of lights Street urchins, angels, street hearts in the light They run back to the streets Their hearts beat back in the streets They always return to the rock and roll beat Yeah, back to the streets They run, they run Well, now the girls hang up their tapest sweaters For faded denims, asian scarves and dirty leather Daytime make-up for Dali eyes Makes way for horror shootings under neon skies They run back to the streets Their hearts beat back in the streets They always return to the rock and roll beat Yeah, back to the streets Flashing looks from adult eyes Practiced in mirrors so many times She's counting the studs on the crotch of his jeans Wondering who and where he's been And where they're going Ooh, they run back to the streets Their hearts beat back in the streets They always return to the rock and roll beat Yeah, back to the streets They run, they run Well, now the night hides ages, scars and lies You can be who you want, change your name, change your size The music buns, the night disguises So tumble and cartwheel, fall and surprises They run back to the streets Their hearts beat back in the streets They always return to the rock and roll beat Yeah, back to the streets And they run back to the streets Their hearts beat back in the streets They always return to the rock and roll beat Yeah, back to the streets They run, they run They run And they run And they run And they run Look at 'em run Ooh