Midnight at the Gilded Cage

Put on your tux, let the silk hit your skin

The moon’s looking down on a beautiful sin

The velvet is red and the lights are tuned low

We’ve got nowhere to be and we’ve nowhere to go

Step through the curtain, leave the world at the door

The ghost of the morning can't find us no more.

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Oh, let the bubbles rise up in a crystal flood

We’ve got vintage gold pumping right through our blood

We’re dancing on diamonds, we’re swinging on stars

There’s no "enough" at the mahogany bars

It’s a never-ending riot, a fever, a haze

In the wild, wicked heat of these velvet days

Freedom is pouring, and darling, it’s sweet

As long as the rhythm stays under our feet.

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The brass is screaming, a silver-tongued cry

While the pearls on your neck catch the light in your eye

Bootleg spirits in a porcelain cup

The sun’s going down but we’re only looking up

No clocks on the wall, no shadows of grey

Just the roar of the party chasing shadows away.

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Spin 'til the floor starts to tilt and to sway

Burn every bridge to the cold light of day!

Forget the tomorrow, the "maybe," the "why"

Tonight we are kings, and we’re never gonna die!

Oh, let the bubbles rise up in a crystal flood

We’ve got vintage gold pumping right through our blood

We’re dancing on diamonds, we’re swinging on stars

There’s no "enough" at the mahogany bars

It’s a never-ending riot, a fever, a haze

In the wild, wicked heat of these velvet days

Freedom is pouring, and darling, it’s sweet

As long as the rhythm stays under our feet.

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One more glass...

One more dance...

The night is forever...

If you just... don’t... blink.