Front Street Will Wood and the Tapeworms

[Intro]
"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 I'll find
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat
I'm in a sauna hot with trauma, and I'm tryin' to forget
All the masochistic rapture missteps
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