Dionysus
Took a bottle to the face, in the car park of the dark
Backache friends are threatening a ritualistic spark
Students stumbling through the streets in hedonistic haste
With pills of paranoia and high suicidal rates
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
Oooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
A pagan congregation doing worship in the pubs
Children raised on Jesus, selling coke in burnt out clubs
Searching for the hazy glare of lights that shine bright red
Haunted wide-eyed madness and a bed that's drenched with sweat
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
And as the clouds slowly gather in the night
I hear nothing but the sound of broken cries
Amidst the blood of another drunken fight
Lying on the pavement with the fragments of my mind
Oh Dionysus, won't you save us from ourselves
Oh Dionysus, soon there might be nothing left
Backache friends are threatening a ritualistic spark
Students stumbling through the streets in hedonistic haste
With pills of paranoia and high suicidal rates
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
Oooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
A pagan congregation doing worship in the pubs
Children raised on Jesus, selling coke in burnt out clubs
Searching for the hazy glare of lights that shine bright red
Haunted wide-eyed madness and a bed that's drenched with sweat
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
And Dionysus would be proud
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
And as the clouds slowly gather in the night
I hear nothing but the sound of broken cries
Amidst the blood of another drunken fight
Lying on the pavement with the fragments of my mind
Oh Dionysus, won't you save us from ourselves
Oh Dionysus, soon there might be nothing left
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Writer(s): Thomas Walters
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