Midnight Wine

Well the party’s almost over but the night’s begun;
Your lips might twist into a grin as pills meet your tongue
Move your shoes to the groove until you lose control
Out on the dancefloor with the music but you’re all alone

In the center, find it better, be the star of the show
Get your fix for the week and let it all go
So just twist with the tunes until you lose yourself
And midnight wine turns you into somebody else

You take one more swig
And then begin to sing:

“Pour me another one! Toast to celebrations!
Let’s dance this night away!”

Well you’re lying on the floor words are pouring out -
Among the less artistic contents coming from your mouth
So you press your lips to liquids mixed real sinister;
Serpentine vices self-administered

You take one more swig
And then begin to sing:

“Pour me another one! Toast to celebrations!
Let’s dance this night away!”

“Pour me another one! Toast to celebrations!
Let’s dance this night away!”

“So, why’s no one dancing?”
Is that question worth answering?
You turn up the music
Orchestrate the abusing

You take one more swig
And then begin to sing:

“Pour me another one! Toast to celebrations!
Let’s dance this night away!”