In Praise Of Bacchus
Hey Bacchus heyShe hates me,Hey Bacchus heyShe hates me.
She hates me.
Hey Bacchus heyShe hates me,Hey Bacchus heyShe hates me.
The street lamps light a wet old red hook roadA furry vino tinted slave,Molten oil painted Brooklyn bridge(cobblestone grave)
A lonely blue girl guards the riverbedShe shakes her brown torch at the tide,On Pier Six we'd creep and count the cracks...
(side by side,side by sidesee, we're counting cracks)
Your mom was out wearing herself insideI'll stop the train to say hello,A used boyfriend's just bought her this new car(I said I know.)
She said burnTogether.
BurnWe'll burn together
Hey Bacchus heyShe hates me,(Hates me)Hey Bacchus heyShe hates me.
(She hates me)
She hates me.She hates me.
She said burnTogether.
She said burnTogether.
BurnWe'll burnTogether.
(Burning together).
Now don't believe she'll never leave again,I can't forget the words she said back when.
She said burnWe'll burn together
(Burning together).