Woodlawn Cemetery

Everybody down

Oh, shit

You alright?

Yeah

Shh, 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 probably 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

Come on, Ajax

No, I wanna know! Who gave you the right?

Swan is Cleon's number two

Well, good for Swan, but Cleon probably died tonight

Don't say that

So make your move

And I intend to survive tonight

So make your move or fall in line

Come on, 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

Come on, come on, come on, come on