Type Onegative - Wolf Moon

Wolf Moon

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 wed creep and count the cracks
(side by side, see, were counting cracks)
Your mom was out wearing herself inside
I will stop the train to say hello
A used boyfriends just bought her this new car
(I said I know)
-togetherburn-
She said burn
Together
Burn
Well burn together
Now dont believe shell never leave again
I can not forget the words she said back when
She said burn
Well burn together