Tombstone Soirée

Soirée. The ol' tombstone soirée
There's a party at the disco. Ladies are free
There's a bash south in Brighton
A posteriori
Could take the tube up to Stratford where everything's gray
Better than a funeral from the bad MDA
I think I'll shoot another whiskey. Won't let it go to waste
The flavour's a reminder that I drink it for the taste
But I know where I'm welcome night and day
Meet me in Holloway
Roam to Holloway
Go home to Holloway where the spectres play

It's a graveyard party 'til the night turns to day
I'd invite all my friends but they've all passed away
I'm drinking with the spiders
And dancing with the ghosts, ok?
The ol' tombstone soirée

50 thousands head stones
What a wonderful reprieve
The epitaph is wasted on those who only grieve
I'm rollin' with the poets
Ya know... the ones who are deceased
I'm talking to myself cuz nobody hear speaks
Meet me in Holloway
Roam to Holloway
Go home to Holloway where the spectres play

It's a graveyard party 'til the night turns to day
I'd invite all my friends but they've all passed away
I'm drinking with the spiders
And dancing with the ghosts, ok?
The ol' tombstone soirée

It's a graveyard party 'til the night turns to day
I'd invite all my friends but they've all passed away
I'm drinking with the spiders
And dancing with the ghosts, ok?
The ol' tombstone soirée

It's a graveyard party 'til the night turns to day
I'd invite all my friends but they've all passed away
If a little bit of darkness is headed your way it's okay
At the ol' tombstone soirée
The ol' tombstone soirée
The ol' tombstone soirée



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Writer(s): John Reilly
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