Oh, what a night

The doorbell rings hard,
Ready to go
She's a mess from the head to the toe
And it's alright
Yeah it's alright
Falling into lost
quarter to ten
My friends going nuts
And it happens again
But it's alright
This is my kind
 [bad word] down the street
My heels in the air
This city is rough, free
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 insane

We are surrounded by the hanging trees
I see the [bad word] to me
Like diamonds
I feel silence
Your heart stops
(Put it in me!)
I need no money
Man I want your disease
And it's alright
You are my kind
 [bad word] down the fields
Ravens in hair
You wanna 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 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 insane…

Oh what a night
I guess you got to let me go