Testo City Lights

It's a blow out nation,
This is a dead end road from here.
It's our own creation,
This is another bad time to be.

It's a mess, running fast,
It's a pace that I roll,
It's a blast, it's a mess, A place to call my own.

You see us falling one by one,
But you won't see us drowning.

We've got no time,
Woah-oh
To stand,
Woah-oh
In line,
And give up on the bright city lights.
We don't feel obligated
To every single God you grill,
You pull,
Woah-oh Me down,
Woah-oh
It's been like this for far too long
But times are gonna change.

It's the final station,
This is your last chance to enroll.
A degeneration

Hell if I'm going away,
This old dirty dog'll stay.
No matter how you try to get me,
No matter how.

We've got no time,
Woah-oh
To stand,
Woah-oh
In line,
And give up on the bright city lights.
We don't feel obligated
To every single God you grill,
You pull,
Woah-oh
Me down,
Woah-oh
It's been like this for far too long
But times are gonna change.

I guess something went wrong along the way.
Reality had shown me better days.
They never seem to come around,
But times are gonna change,
Times are gonna change,
Times are gonna change.

We've got no time,
Woah-oh
To stand,
Woah-oh
In line,
And give up on the bright city lights.
We don't feel obligated
To every single God you grill,
You pull,
Woah-oh
Me down,
Woah-oh
It's been like this for far too long
But times are gonna change.

Times are gonna change.