Dionysian State Mild High Club

[Verse 1]
We're burning it down
I'm glad I'm not hanging around
Caught in the cod-end of the trawl
I'm getting up and I'm getting now

[Chorus]
To the Dionysian state
Where the pleasure feeds the taste of you

[Verse 2]
Without a shadow of a doubt
Bye bye, I'll be checking out
On to the next sensation

[Chorus]
To the Dionysian state
Where the pleasure feeds the taste of you