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