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Fuckin' bangs

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 eighty 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 On Front Street Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down? Float your boat and 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 eighty 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 On Front Street, yeah (And they completely goddamn disrespected me! Little idiots! Idiots! I was completely respectful! They're supposed to be my brothers, right? They're my brothers? No, no, that's not fun, what they were doing wasn't fun They kept zapping us and zapping us! Idiots! Savages! Idiots! Idiots!) Is eighty 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) On Front Street (Sodom and Gomorra'd, let it go down the sink) On Front Street (last call for morals, better cover your drink) On Front Street (Sodom and Gomorra'd, let it go down the sink) Good times On Front Street!

[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 [Verse 2] 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 [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, yeah [Bridge] ("And they completely goddamn disrespected me! Little idiots! Idiots! I was completely respectful. They're supposed to be my brothers, right? They're my brothers? No, no, that's not fun. What they were doing wasn't fun. They kept zapping us and zapping us. Idiots! Savages! Idiots! Idiots!") ("Step right up, folks! Get yourself a big, meaty fill of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shit in the world! How vile can you be?") 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 Always a good time on Front Street [Outro] 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

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