Good Times On Troll Street A Verbal Equinox

[Verse 1: William Sunshine, Cheska Colombo]
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 (laughter)
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat
I’m in a sauna with my trauma, and I’m tryin’ to forget
How a seasoned company’s warned me, warning
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut to the bone

[Pre-Chorus 1: William Sunshine, Cheska Colombo, Jonathan Maisto]
You said “let loose,” but now you’re lost (laughter)
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? (Where you goin', Boots?)

[Chorus 1: William Sunshine, Cheska Colombo, Jonathan Maisto, Michael Bridda]
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside (Grandma's house!)
Drink to me, baby, and what’s left of what’s right (laughter)
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night (You can't cross the bridge, 'cause I'm the troll!)
Good times on Front Street (laughter)

[Bridge: William Sunshine, Cheska Colombo]
"Makes me feel like Ms. Pac Man."
"Welcome to the merry-round. The merry go round?"
"Ms. Pac Man!"
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