Testo Front Street - Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Testo della canzone Front Street (Will Wood and the Tapeworms), tratta dall'album The Real
If you're not at your worst behavior
Get the fuck out
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 mis-steps
Imminent pleasure's ready to cut
To the bone
You said "let loose" but now you're lost
While you tied your 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, captain, will you go down?
Float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown 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 bone 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 you tied your 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
Oooh, pa pa pa pa
Oooh, pa pa pa pa
Oooh, oh oh oh, pa pa pa pa
Oh, 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
Last call your morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorra'd let it go down the sink
Last call your morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorra'd let it go down the sink
Last call your morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorra'd let it go down the sink
Last call your morals, better cover your drink
Good times on front street
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Writer(s): Will Wood And The Tapeworms
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