Joe:
The city doesn't know [bad word] 
She doesn't feel the heat.
The city won't know what hit her,
What knocked her out into the streets.
The city is thinking that it's over,
and she's already fast asleep.
So I'm breaking out of here tonight.
I am ready.

We're given only what we need,
Only the chance to survive.
And even then, it's a coin toss,
roll of the dice.
There's gotta be something better,
Something that feels more alive.
So I'm breaking out of here tonight.
I'm breaking out of here.

You've got to feel it girl,
Feel the wind pick up.
It feels like something's gonna change,
but there's no use putting it in drive
if all the wheels are stuck.
There's somethin' wrong here,
like this whole city wants to scream,
But no one makes a sound.

But, you've got to feel it, baby.
So I'm going to find out what it is
and I'm going to tear it down

''Joe turned to a girl who'd been ignoring him all night, leaned in, and whispered in her ear.''

The [bad word]  baby.
We don't have time for goodbyes.
I know you [bad word] with me.
I see that look in your eyes.

So kiss me fast
cause there's no time to lose.
Leave the light on [bad word] back for you.
When everything is said and done,
I swear I'm gonna make it right.
I'm breaking out of here tonight.

''Joe leaned in and stole a quick kiss from the girl. She smiled and made a move to slap him but he was already out of reach. He kicked the door open and tore out into the dark streets. Fire in his blood. He didn't know exactly where he was going. Only that he was moving. And moving was something.

The slight breeze against his forehead meant that something was changing. He raised his voice, crying out against the quiet, constant hum of the city. From the windows high above the streets, a few concerned women called out to him to keep his voice down. For his own sake. For all their safety.''

I'm so tired of giving up.
I am so tired of giving in.
You wake up knowing things should change,
not knowing where to begin.
This city won't say where she's going,
and she won't speak of where she's been.
So I'm breaking out of here tonight...

''Without noticing where he was heading, he'd reached his home - or his former home - his mother's house. She'd vanished three years ago. He hadn't been back since. His father had been gone now for nearly ten. Heading around back, he made a straight line for a small workshop, set apart from the house.

His father's motorbike was there. relic. gas engine bolted to an iron frame. He kicked the engine a few times and the bike roared to life. As he turned onto the street and opened the throttle - the sound [bad word] savaging the silence of the night air - he could almost make out the sound of the collective gasp let out by the neighborhood. He could almost imagine window after window opening above the street line. Frightened face after frightened face leaning out into the bright glow of the streetlamps. Timid voice after timid voice telling him, speaking in unison.

[bad word] of fear.''

Human Choir:
Don't turn your back on the city

''Joe ignored the voices. He thought perhaps he was the only one who hadn't turned his back. He kicked the shifter.''

Joe
Say a prayer for all
the children still sleeping.

''3rd gear.''

Say a prayer for all the fathers
who still remember.

''4th.''

Say a prayer for all the girls
who've learned to stand up.

''5th.''

Say a prayer for all the boys
who won't surrender.

Sometimes I just want to drive
until the [bad word] out.
I want to burn until there's