"Come with me, and see the night. Don't look back, it'll give you a fright. Let's light this town on fire, they won't mind. Come along now, little children. This is the real world, pass these gates and you'll see some stars. Let the wind hit your hair, and breath in the sharp air. I promise you're okay, past these gates it's all good. Don't worry, ever, not tomorrow or the day after that. Forget it all, just hold your head up high and pick up the pace. Forget, forget, forget."