Guano Apes

The doorbell rings hard
Ready to go
She's a mess from her head to the toe
And it's alright
Yeah it's alright
Falling into lost
A quarter to ten
My friends'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
For 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've got to let me go
We will be innocent
We are surrounded by the hanging trees
I see the lights coming near
Like diamonds
I feel silence
Your heart stops
Who do you need?
I need no money
Man, I want your disease