Chords for Will Wood and The Tapeworms - Front Street

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_ [Eb] There is a dark, dank, dismal, [Ebm] disgusting place.
Deep down within [Eb] the black and bitter heart of [Ebm] Binghamton, New York.
[C] _ _ An awful hole in the ground, hole in the wall, need it like a hole in the head.
[B] Nasty little fucker of a joint. _
_ _ [C] 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 [B] wanna take a few steps down Court Street, make a left at the traffic signal.
[C]
It's a one-way street, not in the classic sense, no, not in a [B] literal sense.
_ Metaphors, bro.
_ [C] _ [C] But there's a nasty little place, or series of places, a joint, a cluster, _ a cluster [B] fuck.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ Cement, concrete, graffiti, scrawled on the walls, the furniture stuffed in the closet
for long enough for us to make our [C] ends meet.
If you catch my drift, [B] _ _
a nasty little place in town called Front Street.
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[B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _
[B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ [E] I'm in a meatpack, playing [B] by the God of Sight.
[Em] I'm slaughtering house [B] apartments with a slice of life.
[C] I'm cruising with the [B] boozest, losing obvious, soon to lose [Em] in my fight.
[B] Because there's nothing [Em] to fight.
The finesse and your bad [B] intentions hangs in the sweat.
[Em] I get a soul and a heart, we throw a bomb [B] and we try to forget.
[C] Oh, the masochist, a grab-trap, [B] it's a simple depression, been ready [Em] to cut.
[B] Billy Miller, [C] you said you'd never lose, but [G] now you're lost.
[D] While I tie my boots, [Em] like a tiger of loose, [C] the brown shit is the taste [G] of the ghost.
[D] And the evidence supports that's [B] routine, you're [Em] not proof, but you're still my lady
[B] and I'm coming inside.
[Em] Drink to me, baby, [B] I don't step down tonight.
[C] It's [G] easier to use than to lose than ever to abuse, [B] you are the fucked up side [Em] of things.
_ [C] _ [B] Good times [E] on Front Street.
[B] _ [E] When Front Street [B] _ [Em] loses its sense, you're [B] spooked out and will you go down?
[Em] Blew up your fort and I'm a [B]-bombing all Pistol Town.
[C] Tell me what, brother, [B] is ever coming?
No, no, [C] no, no, no.
[B] Because we know you're not afraid.
[Em] The destiny is pre [B]-tied to you, the beauty's to the flesh.
[Em] My nasty teeth will [B] massacrate the bones in my flesh.
[C] Sister of a new one, tell [B] me where these bastards come from, they've [Em] got my soul.
[B] I didn't live, I crawled on hell.
[C] You said you'd never lose, [G] but now you're lost.
[D] What a time, but [Em] it's like a tightrope noose.
[C] The problem seems to be [G] that it was
[D] when the evidence supports [B] the truth.
There's not enough proof, [Em] but you're still my lady
[B] and I'm coming inside.
[Em] Drink to me, [B] baby, I don't step down tonight.
[C] It's easier to [G] use than to lose than ever to abuse, [B] you are the fucked up [Em] side of things.
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[B] Good times [Em] on Front Street.
[B] _ [Em] On Front Street_
[B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ _ [C] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ [C] Ooh, _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[Em] ba ba [C] ba, ooh, [G] ba ba [D] ba, oooh.
[B] You said you'd never [E] lose, but you're still [B] my lady and I'm coming [F] inside.
[Em] Drink to me, baby, I don't step down [C] tonight.
It's easier [G] to use than to lose than ever to [B] abuse, you are _
[Em] _ _ [A] _ [C] _ _ _ the_
Always [Em] a good [D] _ [Abm] time [Fm] on Friday
[C] I _ _ [G] _
[Fm] know _ [Fm] [C] you're _ _ [Fm] not [C] free
_ _ _ [Fm] So brush me [C] off my _ feet
[D] Let's go [C] to the concert
[Fm] Sodom and [C] Gomorrah
_ [A] _
Let's go [C] to the [Am] concert
_ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ [E] _ [Fm] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Fm] Sodom _ [C] and _ Gomorrah
_ Good [Db] _ [G] times are past [Gm] today
_ [Bb] _ _ [A] Bar _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[B] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _
out _ _ _ _ _ _