мрак Crash the Party

We weren't invited Perfect

Gold door guarded by a six-foot frown
List says everybody but us in town
She takes my jacket, paints the velvet black
We enter through the kitchen with a cymbal crash

Champagne whispers, diamonds yawn
Turn that dead room on

Crash the party, crash it right
Put some teeth into a pretty night
Crash the party, steal the light
Dance on the table till the table bites
Hey! If they ask who let us in
Crash the party—do it again

Mayor lost a shoe, banker lost his cool
DJ found a guitar and forgot every rule
He swings the chandelier, I count to four
Now the whole elite is begging us for more

Champagne whispers, diamonds yawn
Turn that dead room on

Crash the party, crash it right
Put some teeth into a pretty night
Crash the party, steal the light
Dance on the table till the table bites

No name! No pass!
More drums! Break glass!
One-two-three, begin
Crash it, crash it, crash again

Crash the party, crash it right
Put some teeth into a pretty night

Thanks for having us!