In Praise of Bacchus - Type O Negative

Hey Bacchus

She hates me

Hey Bacchus

She hates me

The street lamps light are wet old red hook road

A furry vino tinted slave

Molten oil painted Brooklyn Brigde

(Cobblestone grave)

A lonely blue girl guards the river bed

She shakes her brown torch at the tide

On pier six we’d creep and count the cracks

(Side by side, see, we’re counting cracks)

Your mom was out wearing herself inside

I’ll stop the train to say hello

A used boyfriend’s just bought her this new car

(I said I know)

-togetherburn-

She said burn

Together

Burn

We’ll burn together

Now don’t believe she’ll never leave again

I can’t forget the words she said back then

She said burn

We’ll burn together.