Let Me Take You Away — Speak Easy

It’s prohibition, everyone is in need of a drink. Too many moments of silence, Let’s speak. Let’s dance for the moment As chosen to be. A moment to let go of the world neglecting our feet, Holding and throwing our bodies. You don’t need know the body, Just dance with somebody. There’s someone else calling, It spirit in spirits. Don’t sink. Don’t fear it. This is our Paris. This could be rome. Don’t let the fools outside the door know. The hooch is soothing, We speak easy. It’s illegal. But I ain’t greasy Who knew being so wrong, Could feel so right? It ain’t that bad, It’s just a good night. Who knew being so wrong, Could feel so right? It ain’t that bad, It’s just a good night. Just live for a moment, that’s all I could ask for. If I get arrested tomorrow, I’ll wish I had blast doors. But that ain’t my operation, at my core. This is my house, Rented out as a dance floor. Bathtub gin for your cup, Smoke in the air, Breathe it out, And let us begin. If you get asked, you didn’t attend. But for now, be proud, and be drunk and be free. Get around, do the jump, twist for the scene, Police round the corner, but leave that to me. I’ll talk to them nice. Give them a drink that even they like. They’re turning their cheek. I gave them a check. They threaten me quick. They don’t know what this means to us, to we. To speak easy. Life is too hard to be completely dissolved in its draw. Fuck them rules, We drink and dance another day. How could that not be ok? Cuz it’s not what they want. Cuz it’s hard to control. Cuz life spreads across these walls, Like sweat on skin. They say it’s dirty. And not ok. I say it’s nasty, And great. Who knew being so wrong, Could feel so right? It ain’t that bad, It’s just a good night. Who knew being so wrong, Could feel so right? It ain’t that bad, It’s just a good night. this is my testament incase my base of operations decays and is placed at the forefront of a storefront shooting. It could happen today or tomorrow, I should really be moving. But shit. I’m having fun in what I’m doing. And others are too, So we’ll see how fate is ensuing. I’m proving that losing’s no option, I’m talking to coppers, A privilege today, Is not given tomorrow. Tomorrow will come, I’m thrown in the trunk. Will I stand a fair trial, Or find no such luck? My hope is met and the jury all knows me. Loved by community, I’m sure they won’t rope me. They forgive my crime with a slap on the wrist. I look in the audience and a mob boss is pissed. I stole his business. I’m released, but I’m on a hit list. I’m caught with a ticket and three bullets to my ribs, shit. Who knew being so wrong, Could feel so right? It ain’t that bad, It was a good night. Who knew being so wrong, Could feel so right? It ain’t that bad, It’s just a good night.