[INTRO – spoken, ominous] Yeah… the streetlights flicker like they owe somebody money. And every raccoon in this alley knows my name. Welcome to the night shift, baby. [VERSE 1] After the sun goes down, the punks crawl out, Boots stompin’ like they’re tryin’ to scare the moon. Skateboards screamin’ down the cracked‑up street, Lookin’ like a gang of goblins escaped too soon. Hoodies up like we’re dodgin’ student loans, Laughin’ at the shadows ’cause they’re scared of us. Someone’s dog starts barkin’ like it wants a fight — Relax, buddy… we’re not even warmed up. [PRE‑CHORUS] Street’s empty, but the chaos ain’t, We’re the midnight saints with the spray‑paint faith. If trouble had a ringtone, it’d be our band, Buzzin’ through the city like a cursed wristband. [CHORUS] ’Cause after the sun goes down, we rise up loud, Poppin’ off like fireworks the city never allowed. We’re the neon ghosts, the late‑night clowns, Laughin’ in the dark ’til the cops come around. Yeah, after the sun goes down — The punks come out to play. [VERSE 2] We’re jumpin’ fences like we’re dodgin’ cardio, Someone brought nachos — nobody knows how. Darrell’s yellin’ “BRO, I THINK I SAW A DEMON!” Turns out it’s just a mailbox… calm down. We tag a wall with a skull and a mohawk, But it kinda looks like a potato with rage. Whatever — art is subjective, right? Put it in a museum, call it “Nighttime Stage.” [PRE‑CHORUS] Street’s empty, but the chaos ain’t, We’re the midnight saints with the spray‑paint faith. If trouble had a ringtone, it’d be our band, Buzzin’ through the city like a cursed wristband. [CHORUS] ’Cause after the sun goes down, we rise up loud, Poppin’ off like fireworks the city never allowed. We’re the neon ghosts, the late‑night clowns, Laughin’ in the dark ’til the cops come around. Yeah, after the sun goes down — The punks come out to play. [BRIDGE – spoken/sung hybrid] The streetlight pops — dramatic timing. A trash can falls — Oscar the Grouch is fighting. Someone whispers, “Dude… we’re legends.” Someone else whispers, “Dude… that’s a skunk.” We run. Obviously. [FINAL CHORUS – bigger, louder] After the sun goes down, we own this town, Sneakin’ through the dark like a circus of clowns. We’re the misfit kings, the after‑hours crown, Laughin’ at the world ’til the world shuts down. Yeah, after the sun goes down — The punks come out to play. [OUTRO – spoken] If you heard nothing tonight… Good. We weren’t here.
