The summer is hot, the nights are still cold

Here in Philadelphia, in the city of soul

And we can let our hair down when it gets hot above

'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of love



But someone should tell 'em there's a fire in the sky-y (hey-hey)

And someone should tell 'em

This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive)

Here in the city of love (it's so hot)



Sixty-second street and it looks like Beiruit

Like, like something you would see on the picture tube

You-ou-ou can watch it happen right in the cool of your front room

'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of doom



Listen, let me tell ya, that the fire's real in the sky (hey-hey)

And someone should understand

This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive), ooh-ooh

Here in the city of love (the city of love, ooh-ooh)



Sometimes you can't open your door

Sometimes you just can't make a mo-ove

The city is black but the fire is red

I've sti-ill got the sound of marching feet in my head

Some love it, most don't give a da-amn

But I've got the fire in my heart, sweatin' it out



Children burn even when the nights are cold

Here in Philadelphia, the city of soul

We all let our hair down when it gets hot above

'Cause, nothin' ever happens in the city of love

But mister let me tell ya, that a lot of people die

You can't understand

This is still nineteen eighty-five, (nineteen eighty-fi-ive)



Sometimes you can't ignore

Sometimes you just can't make a mo-ove

The city is black but the fire is re-ed

I've sti-ill got the sound of marching feet in my head

But some love it, most don't give a da-amn

I've got the fire in my heart, swe