champagne problem all freaking night

The Saints still asleep, the time of ghosts at play Even the most dapper vampire may loosen their collar after a blood sipping day. As the shadows spin, night is unleashed from its reigns, Contorting bodies, pumping blood through veins. The night is young the dead awake, In black tie only for darkness’ sake. So bring forth your lanterns, Put the poison on ice, Champagne Problem at the controls, To jack your body twice. Come dressed in your best And let the spell take hold, Halloween night at Holding Patterns - expect the coffins to rock and the hearses to roll.