In the neon glow of Night City streets, We ride on steel, our hearts skip beats, Fixing up dreams on two-wheeled beasts, Dodging the megacorps, just to stay free. Born in the shadows, we’re rebels on the run, Life on the edge, underneath the neon sun, Racing through the night, with engines screaming loud, We’re the misfits of this city, we wear it proud. From salvage yards to urban grit, We make our way, bit by bit, Taking odd jobs, it’s a living, no regrets, While the neon lights paint silhouettes. We drift through alleys, past the corp-watch eyes, Hiding in the chaos where freedom lies, One wrong move, it’s our last ride, But we live for this thrill, we survive. Born in the shadows, we’re rebels on the run, Life on the edge, underneath the neon sun, Racing through the night, with engines screaming loud, We’re the misfits of this city, we wear it proud. So here we stand, at the break of dawn, Our engines hum, a cyberpunk song, In the heart of Night City, where we belong, We ride together, our story lives on.
