[Intro]
There is a dark, dank, dismal, disgusting place
Deep down within the black and bitter heart of Binghamton, New York
An awful hole in the ground, hole in the wall, need it like a hole in the head
A nasty little fucker of a joint
You wanna get yourself a little bit of K2, a little bit of that Old Spice, a little bit of that Synth
You're gonna wanna take a few steps down Court Street, make a left at the traffic signal
It’s a one way street, but not in a classic sense, no, not in a literal sense
Metaphors, bro
But there's a nasty little place or seriеs of places adjoined, a cluster
A clustеrfuck
Cement, concrete, graffiti scrawled on the walls
And the furniture stuffed in the closet for long enough to make our ends meet
If you catch my drift
A nasty little place in town called Front Street

[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 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

[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
And 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 and overboard and hoping to drown
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown all alone
Because we know you’re not afraid
The 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

[Bridge]
"Take it away, you fucking scumbags!"
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

[Outro]
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 go one more time
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