Everybody down

Oh shit

You alright?

Yeah

Ow

Everybody quiet
Look around, make sure we're okay

This is a graveyard

Everybody make it?
Cochise, Cowgirl, Fox, Swan
Ajax, Rembrandt

Not Cleon
She's gone

Riffs got her

We gotta go back and find her

With the cops on every corner?

No

Cleon's the best of us
She shoulda made it out

She believed

She believed

In Cyrus

It is way too soon to mourn her

She should be by our side

Pshh, knowing her she prob'ly tried

To make things right

Can't count how many times she saved my hide

Is the truce still on?

And it must be fifty miles to get back

Shit

What are we gon' do?

Do we fight?

What are we gon' do?

Against the tide

What are we gon' do?

Of the armies of the night?

We get back home alive
When the night goes sideways, get back home alive
If the night divides us
Meet back up in Union Square
We'll regroup and we'll prepare
To get back home alive

And who decided to make you war chief?

Ajax

C'mon, Ajax

No, I wanna know
Who gave you the right?

Swan is Cleon's number two

Well, good for Swan, but Cleon prob'ly died tonight

Don't say that

So make your move

And I intend to survive tonight

So make your move or fall in line

C'mon, Ajax

We gotta stick together

We lost Cleon, we can't lose you too

Fine

I'll get us home

Alive

We can find a subway station
Gets us home

Alive

And we know our destination
Rembrandt, just before we go
Make our mark and let 'em know
That we were here tonight

And we'll live to see tomorrow
If we just survive the night

What are we gon' do?

Get back home alive

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon