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