lyrics bc it’s 4 am and idk what else to do (Quick, while she turns her back, slip it in!) I’m in a meat-packed 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 be cut to the bone You said, “let lose,” but now you’re lost While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose The problem chased the taste of the cause But 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 lose,” but now you’re lost While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose The problem chased the taste of the cause But 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!) (Aye, step right up folks! Get yourselves a big, meaty fill Of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shit around! How vile can you be?) 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) (Last call for morals, better cover your drink) (Sodom and Gomorra’d, let it go down the sink) (Last call for morals, better cover your drink) Good times on Front Street! (complete chaos)
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lyrics bc it’s 4 am and idk what else to do
(Quick, while she turns her back, slip it in!)
I’m in a meat-packed 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 be cut to the bone
You said, “let lose,” but now you’re lost
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
The problem chased the taste of the cause
But 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 lose,” but now you’re lost
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
The problem chased the taste of the cause
But 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!)
(Aye, step right up folks!
Get yourselves a big, meaty fill
Of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shit around!
How vile can you be?)
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)
(Last call for morals, better cover your drink)
(Sodom and Gomorra’d, let it go down the sink)
(Last call for morals, better cover your drink)
Good times on Front Street!
(complete chaos)
dawg u cooked w/ this shi its fire🔥nah cuz no joke this is my most replayed song at 47 replays
underrated
is that dazai😃
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