Chrome reflections in the acid rain, Downtown towers cast electric pain. The streets are hungry, the rent is due, Everybody's selling something just to make it through. Got a smartgun loaded and a neural link tight, Running midnight contracts through the neon light. The scream sheets say another war is near, But the corpos buy the headlines and the public buys the fear. We're wired for survival, Built from chrome and scars, Living in the shadows Of corporate wars. Never fade in Night City, never bow your head, Hear the sound of Silverhand raging for the dead. Arasaka watches from their ivory throne, But the streets still fight for something of their own. Never fade in Night City, never sell your soul, The city's burning circuits through a hole inside us all. One more run, one more score, one more edge to cross, Every legend in this town was paid for with a loss. Rogue is making deals at the edge of town, Fixers trading fortunes while the sun goes down. Morgan Blackhand walks where the danger grows, A living ghost with enemies nobody knows. Bartmoss dives beneath the city lights, Netrunners surfing endless datastreams through digital nights. Corporate killers stalk the avenue, And every stranger on the corner might be hunting you. Money buys the weapons, Power buys the law, But reputation's everything When you're living on the floor. Never fade in Night City, never bow your head, Hear the sound of Silverhand raging for the dead. Arasaka watches from their ivory throne, But the streets still fight for something of their own. Never fade in Night City, never sell your soul, The city's burning circuits through a hole inside us all. One more run, one more score, one more edge to cross, Every legend in this town was paid for with a loss. Corporate war on every screen, Militech versus Arasaka dreams. Bulletproof limos, satellite eyes, Truth disappears beneath a thousand lies. The city's heartbeat pounds through chrome, No place left to call your home. You either become a legend's name, Or vanish in the dark without a trace of fame. Never fade in Night City, never bow your head, Raise a glass to Blackhand and Rogue, Another for Silverhand and Alt One more round for Santiago and Bartmoss And the chrome paths they all tread. For every solo, techie, corpo, nomad, and medtech soul, Trying to stay human while machines take control. Never fade in Night City, never lose the fight, Neon dreams exploding in the endless night. When the corpos write tomorrow in cold corporate gold, We'll write our names in chrome before we grow old. The rain keeps falling on the avenue below, The city keeps spinning and nobody says no. One last cigarette, one last loaded gun, Night City's never finished, and the game is never won. [spoken] Never fade away choomba, And keep your chrome clean!
