Walk by the man who sings a song
to the street lights
and turns out everybody claps
they dont believe in cabs
they don't believe in cabs
they dont believe in cabs
they dont believe in cabs
And they all go wild they walk
instead
they all go wild they walk instead
And they all go wild
Talk to the man who's laying
down by the door of a bank
and people don't rely on the
traffic lights
they don't believe in lights
they don't believe in lights
they don't believe in light
they don't believe
it's a confusing situation
they all get run over in petrol
stations but they rock
Under are faces on the six AM
working crowds who take the
subway from their homes
to their lonely nights
Walk by the man who sings a song
to the street lights
and turns out everybody claps
they dont believe in cabs
they don’t believe in
Walk by the man who sings a song
to the street lights
and turns out everybody claps
they dont believe in cabs
they dont believe in cabs
Walk by the man who sings a song
to the street lights
and turns out everybody claps
they dont believe in lights