Hey, it's Halloween!

It's the kind of night witches fly the sky on brooms.
The kind of night that's dark and deep and somber, thick with gloom.
The kind of night that skulls will laugh, and crows begin to sing;
the kind of night... the kind of night... you expect anything!

The kind of night you lock up tight, and keep the shutters drawn,
the kind of night you toss and turn, then sit up until dawn.
The kind of night you want to fight, or moan until you're dead -
the kind of night the bats take flight and shriek inside your head.

The kind of night the lunatics all start to laugh and scream,
the kind of night you hope it all is just an awful dream.
The kind of night that makes you shake and quake in untold fear.
The kind of night... the kind of night...
That kind of night is here!