Am           G            D               Am
Took a bottle to the face, in the car park of the dark
                       G              D         Am
Backache friends are threatening a ritualistic spark
                       G                     D        Am
Students stumbling through the streets in hedonistic haste
     G                            D         Am
With pills of paranoia and high suicidal rates


[Chorus]
Am       G            C
And Dionysus would be proud
 Am           G              C
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
 Am       G             C
And Dionysus would be proud
 Am            G            C
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
  Am               G           C           Am
Oooh-ooh-ohh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse 2]
            G            D               Am
A pagan congregation doing worship in the pubs
                      G            D               Am
Children raised on Jesus, selling coke in burnt out clubs
                    G            D                     Am
Searching for the hazy glare of lights that shine bight red
                    G            D                     Am
Haunted wide-eyed madness and a bed that's drenched with sweat

[Chorus]
Am       G            C
And Dionysus would be proud
 Am           G              C
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
 Am       G             C
And Dionysus would be proud
 Am            G            C
Of all the bodies lying passed out on the ground
  Am               G           C           Am
Oooh-ooh-ohh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse 3]
            G            D               Am
And as the clouds slowly gather in the night
            G            D               Am
I hear nothing but the sound of broken cries
            G            D               Am
Amidst the blood of another drunken fight
            G            D               Am
Lying on the pavement with the fragments of my mind

[Otro]
Am G  C           Am         G             C
Oh    Dionysus, won't you save us from ourselves
Am  G C          Am          G             Am
Oh    Dionysus, soon there might be nothing left