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