""Quick while she turns her back, slip it in""

Iu0027m in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime
Iu0027m cruisinu0027 with the bruisers, boozinu0027, Iu0027ll be a suitor, losing my mind
Because thereu0027s nothing to find
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat
Iu0027m in a sauna hot with drama, and Iu0027m tryinu0027 to forget
All the masochistic rapture missteps
Imminent pleasureu0027s ready to cut to the bone

You said, “Let loose,” but now youu0027re 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?

Hereu0027s to my lady, and Iu0027m coming inside
Drink to me, baby, and whatu0027s left of whatu0027s right
Itu0027s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Good times on Front Street

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 youu0027re 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, Iu0027ll see for myself
I think they might go to hell

You said, “Let loose,” but now youu0027re 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?

Hereu0027s to my lady, and Iu0027m coming inside
Drink to me, baby, and whatu0027s left of whatu0027s right
Itu0027s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Good times on Front Street

Is 80 enough proof for you?

Hereu0027s to my lady, and Iu0027m coming inside
Drink to me, baby, and whatu0027s left of whatu0027s right
Itu0027s 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
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