Dionysian State - Mild High Club

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

To the Dionysian state

Where the pleasure feeds the taste of you

Without a shadow of a doubt

Bye bye, I’ll be checking out

On to the next sensation

To the Dionysian state

Where the pleasure feeds the taste of you