The Modern Disease

Raise your glass in the air, child, for something is afoot in Bohemia.

Raise your glass in the air, child, for life will never be the same.

Raise your glass in the air, child, for the wine will flow tonight.

Raise your glass in the air, child, for they are dancing on the tables.

Raise your glass in the air, child, for to praise the great God of freedom.

Raise your glass in the air, child, for tonight is the night.

Raise your glass in the air, child, for your sacrifice has been made.

Raise your glass in the air, child...

For it is hissing.