Front Street

Front Street

Ain't no place for a boy, who-

Likes to talk ways that boys do-

Unstrung-

Young, dumb-

Comfortably numb

I am-

Old as the star who bears you

Black as the bitch who wears you, tears you

Rips you apart and then turns it around

Come on feel me

I ain't only one

When it comes apart

We're gonna have some fun, son

Give me five minutes

With your sweetest sweet tea

If she's fine as your missus-

Then she's fine enough for me

A rod out the window

A suburban street-

And I ain't slept since Monday-

Jump in and ride-

We got deadlines to meet

People to use-

Lovers to break-

Handful of pills-

No life to take-

River too cold-

Oven too hot-

Bridge a one hundred and fifty foot drop

But there was a day I could say that I loved you-

Early one evening I cut thru Longview

Lifted you up, then you turned it around

Here on Front Street-

All the good girls and their boys know

Down in the mine there are diamonds-

Down on the street walk the lifeless

And now I know that you're through with me

Can I tell you, my love, dead honestly?

Life is shame and your hands are stained-

Walk in chains and change your name

Go where you go, but forget me not-

Take a memory too, if it's all you got

Chase your pain with a shot of rain-

Dig with a spade or a razor blade

Come on feel me now

I ain't only one

When it comes apart

We're gonna have some fun, son