Send the call out, Let all our boys hear the noise. Theres gonna be a meet up, So put on your jackets and bring your lights, Were gonna run free through these streets. Send out the message, To all our girls, Theres gonna be a party, So put on your fine dresses and bring your things, Were gonna feel alive through these streets. We live in cities thatll never be named on the television, Itβs a ruin of our family dreams.