Lyric In Praise of Bacchus

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.