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In Praise of Bacchus - Type O Negative
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In Praise of Bacchus Type O Negative

In Praise of Bacchus - Type O Negative
Hey, Bacchus
She hates me
Hey, Bacchus
She hates me

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 river bed
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)

She said burn
Together
Burn
We'll burn together
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