Wood Street - Serafim Tsotsonis

"Quick while she turns her back, slip it in!" 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 80 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 80 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! Aye, step right up folks! Get yourself a big meaty fill Of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shitter world! How vile can you be?! Is 80 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, yeah) Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink (On Front Street, yeah) Last call for morals, better cover your drink (On Front Street, yeah) 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!

Whoa Whoa On a routine night lots of high rollers We can that's all good Pull out the dollar I want you Oh the high life Into the hot hot night Back on the streets I'm back on the street I'm back on the street I'm back on the street Yeah Back on the street Ooh back on the street I'm back on the street Back on the street Oh Higher Higher Big big stakes lots of high rollers But I'm cool and I'm playing I'll take the change that I'll make it All the high life Into the hot hot night Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets I'm back on the streets I'm back on the streets I'm back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets Back on the streets

If it were the spring time then I'd plant a garden But winter's lasting long all this year Up in the old pine trees Spirits whisper of disease They're the lost kids hoping to be free But we're not the children of all of your failures We are part of a grand design We seek the light with such cold hesitation A fire barely burning with no fight Will you forget my name when I am in the grave? Will we all die alone? All the spirits in my room the same ones that visit you Will we all die alone? Do you remember when I saw you in your bed? And the stars in your eyes Or the look on my face when I saw my numbered days? Will we all die alone? Break forth O' morning give up all your glory There's more than the pain in our eyes To all who are mourning death can't complete the story There's got to be more to our lives Will you remember our faces with eternal damnation? Will we float from our graves to the sky? Until then I'll keep my eyes shut I'm not afraid to die but For when we face death after life Will you remember our faces with eternal damnation? Will we float from our graves to the sky? Until then I'll keep my eyes shut I'm not afraid to die but For when we face death after life