It's getting kinda dark herenWors inside your headnThe asphalt's getting coldernThe sky is turning rednBut baby just lay still nownWe'll think of something to donI'm holding onto nothingnI'm holding onto younnAnd we will run through the streetsnWhile last century's buildings collapse all around us in firenAnd we will hide under cars while militia roll over usnWe're gonna live in the starsnOh yeahnWe're gonna live in the starsnnThere's kids in the street nownPlaying shape of things to comenThe bankers and the robbersnThe robbers and their gunsnAnd in this time of darknessnWell nobody's blaming younYou were a big shot tycoon, mannJust doing what you got to donnAnd we will run through the streetsnWhile last century's buildings collapse all around us in firenAnd we will hide under cars while militia roll over usnWe're gonna live in the starsnOh yeahnWe're gonna live in the stars