Type O Negative - In Praise Of Bacchus Lyrics
Hey bacchusShe hates meHey bacchusShe hates meThe street lamps light a wet old red hook roadA furry vino tinted slaveMolten oil painted brooklyn bridge(cobblestone grave)A lonely blue girl guards the riverbedShe shakes her brown torch at the tideOn pier six wed creep and count the cracks(side by side, see, were counting cracks)Your mom was out wearing herself insideIll stop the train to say helloA used boyfriends just bought her this new car(I said I know)-togetherburn-She said burnTogetherBurnWell burn togetherNow dont believe shell never leave againI cant forget the words she said back whenShe said burnWell burn together