The doorbell rings hard Ready to go? She's a mess From her head to toe And it's alright, yeah, it's alright
Falling into lost A quarter to ten My friend's 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 This city is rough We'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 innocence)
We are surrounded by the hanging trees I see the lights Coming to me Like diamonds, I feel silence
Your heart stops (perjured of me) I need no money Man, I want your disease And it's alright, you are my kind
We're running down the fields Rebels in air You want a free world everywhere And it's alright, ‘cause 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 innocence)
I feel you ignorance I save my innocence In this world I feel you ignorance I save my innocence Yeah, yeah, yeah
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 innocence) Oh, what a night I guess you got to let me go
