Front Street (Remastered) Will Wood and the Tapeworms

[Spoken]
"Quick while she turns her back, slip it in"

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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?

[Chorus]
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
On Front Street