Yesterday I heard you say
Your lust for life has gone away.
It got me thinking, I think I feel a similar way,
And that's sad (that's sad).

So let's make a decision, start a new religion.
Yeah, we're gonna build a temple to our love.
Orgiastic dances, nymphs in trances,
Yeah, we'll be the envy of the Gods above.

I'm feeling devious,
You're looking glamorous.
Let's get mischievous,
And polyamorous.
Wine and women and wonderful vices
Welcome to the cult of Dionysus.

We could take a Holiday in the month of May
Run free and play in fields of flowers
Pass the hours making love is how we'll pray.

Or start a secret society for the wild and free,
Our ideology is "You can do what you want,
Too much is never enough".
We are the Life, we are the light,
We are the envy of the Gods above.

I'm feeling devious,
You're looking glamorous.
Let's get mischievous,
And polyamorous.
Wine and women and wonderful vices
Welcome to the cult of Dionysus.

Run, run, run away.
Just take my hand and we'll abandon this world.
We'll wash those tears away,
You're young and beautiful, and I'll love you always.
We got no time for pain,
When it's just you and me in ecstasy.

What is with the world today,
The wicked games that people play.
The wars the greed they waste away
It's sad (it's sad).

So let's spread the word across the land,
Yeah one by one, baby hand in hand.
We got a message of hope
We got mission of love.
Soon everybody, everywhere will be
The envy of the gods above.

I'm feeling devious,
You're looking glamorous.
Let's get mischievous,
And polyamorous.
Wine and women and wonderful vices
Welcome to the cult of Dionysus.