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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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