The beldame is hot Ready to go She's a mess from the head to the toe And it's alright Yeah that's alright Falling into loss Quite of the tan My friends are going nuts And it happens again But it's alright This is my kind I'm running down the street My heels in the air The city is rough Oh you're not in Bel Air And it's alright This is my kind
Oh what a night I guess you're ready for the show We will be free again Oh what a night I guess you got to let me go We will be innocent (/insane?)
We are surrounded by the hanging trees I see the lights coming to me Like diamonds I feel silence Your heart stops I need no money Man I want your disease And it's alright You are my kind We're running down the fields Rebels on air You want a free world everywhere And it's alright 'cos we are blind
Oh what a night I guess you're ready for the show We will be free again Oh what a night I guess you got to let me go We will be innocent (/insane?)
I feel your ignorance I saved my innocence In this world I feel your ignorance I saved my innocence
Oh what a night Oh what a night
Oh what a night I guess you're ready for the show We will be free again Oh what a night I guess you got to let me go We will be innocent (/insane)
Oh what a night I guess you're ready for the show We will be free again Oh what a night I guess you got to let me go