Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Front Street, artist - Will Wood and the Tapeworms. Album song Everything Is a Lot, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 24.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Will Wood
Song language: English
Front Street |
I’m in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside |
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime |
I’m cruisin' with the bruisers, boozin', I’ll be a suitor, losing my mind |
Because there’s nothing to find |
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat |
I’m in a sauna hot with drama, and I’m tryin' to forget |
All the masochistic rapture missteps |
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut to the bone |
You said, «Let loose,» but now you’re lost |
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose |
The problem chased the taste of the cause |
While the evidence supports the truth, is 80 enough proof for you? |
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside |
Drink to me, baby, and what’s left of what’s right |
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you |
On a fucked up Saturday night |
Good times on Front Street |
Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down? |
Float your boat 'til overboard and hoping to drown |
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown all alone |
Because we know you’re not afraid |
This chastity is Greek to me, the meat is still fresh |
The gnashing teeth will masticate the bones from the flesh |
Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I’ll see for myself |
I think they might go to hell |
You said, «Let loose,» but now you’re lost |
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose |
The problem chased the taste of the cause |
While the evidence supports the truth, is 80 enough proof for you? |
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside |
Drink to me, baby, and what’s left of what’s right |
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you |
On a fucked up Saturday night |
Good times on Front Street |
Is 80 enough proof for you? |
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside |
Drink to me, baby, and what’s left of what’s right |
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you |
On a fucked up Saturday night |
Always a good time on Front Street |
Last call for morals, better cover your drink |
Sodom and Gomorrah’d, let it go down the sink |
Last call for morals, better cover your drink |
Sodom and Gomorrah’d, let it go down the sink |
Last call for morals, better cover your drink |
Sodom and Gomorrah’d, let it go down the sink |
Last call for morals, better cover your drink |
Good times on Front Street |