Type O Negative In Praise Of Bacchus
Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light a wet old red hook road A furry vino tinted slave Molten oil painted Brooklyn bridge (cobblestone grave) A lonely blue girl guards the riverbed 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 when She said burn We'll burn together
