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Lyrics
We were raised where the streetlights flicker
Where the nights run long and the scars get thicker
Had big dreams when we were seventeen
Now we’re ghosts of the kids we used to be
Johnny had plans, said he’d get away
Then the factory closed and the bills came late
Jenny had fire and a heart of gold
Swore she’d never become what the neighborhood told
These kids aren’t alright
We’re running wild in the streets tonight
Raised on broken promises and neon lights
Still screaming that we’re gonna be alright
No future waiting with open arms
Just busted knuckles and battle scars
Turn it up till the whole town hears
We’re still alive after all these years
We used to own every corner in town
Spray-painted names they couldn’t keep down
Cheap guitars and nowhere to go
Living too fast because it’s all we know
Cops came rolling, we’d scatter like sparks
Laughing and running straight into the dark
No money, no rules, no reason to care
Kings of nothing but we owned everywhere
Then life came swinging like a wrecking ball
Some climbed high and some took the fall
Some disappeared without saying goodbye
Some found a way, some barely survived
Tommy got married then lost his home
Now he’s sleeping in a car with nowhere to go
Danny chased money till the money chased back
Got everything now except what he had
These kids aren’t alright
We’re running wild in the streets tonight
Raised on broken promises and neon lights
Still screaming that we’re gonna be alright
No future waiting with open arms
Just busted knuckles and battle scars
Turn it up till the whole town hears
We’re still alive after all these years
They said behave, get a job, fall in line
Keep your head down and you’ll turn out fine
But the ladder was broken before we could climb
Then they blamed us for wasting somebody else’s time
So we made our own rules on the avenue
Found family with the ones nobody wanted to choose
Every dropout, screwup, runaway kid
We weren’t what they wanted, but damn, we lived
Now the playground’s covered in weeds
And concrete covers where we buried our dreams
The record store closed, the arcade’s gone
But I still hear our voices when the night comes on
Every laugh, every fight, every mistake
Every promise we swore the world couldn’t break
Maybe growing up means finding out
Some fires burn low but never go out
So here’s to the kids who never got saved
The ones who grew older but never behaved
To the friends we lost and the ones still here
Every bad decision and wasted year
We’re bruised and worn but the blood still burns
The world took plenty, now it’s our turn
These kids aren’t alright
Maybe we never were
We’re running wild in the streets tonight
Making damn sure our voices are heard
No heroes coming to carry us home
We learned how to survive on our own
Raise your fists if you’re still standing here
Still wild in the streets after all these years
Details
GeneratedAug 31, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
90s punk, street-rock grit, fast guitars, pounding drums, raw vocals, gang chants, huge rebellious chorus.
Credits
Prompt byFrozenFlash170
ModelAria v5.5
