Dionysus

Took a bottle to the face, in the carpark of the dark
Backache friends are threatening a ritualistic spark
Students stumbling through the streets in hedonistic haste

With pills and 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 Jesu selling coke in burnt out clubs
Searching for the hazy glare of lights that shine bright red
Haunted wide-eyed madness and a bеd that′s drenched in sweat

And Dionysus would bе 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