Em B7 Em B7
C G B7 Em C B7 Em
Em B7 Em B7

[Verse 1]
         Em                     B7
I’m in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside
  Em                              B7
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime
    C                                    B7
I’m cruisin’ with the bruisers, boozin’, I’ll be a
                  Em
suitor, losing my mind
                B7
Because there’s nothing to find

    Em                             B7
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat
         Em                           B7
I’m in a sauna hot with drama and I’m tryin’ to forget
        C
All the masochistic rapture mis-steps
B7                           Em         B7
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut to the bone

[Chorus]
    C                                G
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost
        D                    Em
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
    C                               G
The problem chased the taste of the cause
          D                               B7
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you?
Em                        B7
Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside
Em                           B7
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right
     C                           G
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
     B7                 Em  C
On a fucked up Saturday night.
     B7       Em             B7
Good times on Front Street
   Em            B7 Em
On Front Street

[Verse 2]
      Em                            B7
Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down?
Em                                B7
Float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown
C                               B7
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown all alone
Em           B7
  Because we know you’re not afraid

     Em                           B7
This chastity is Greek to me, the meat is still fresh
    Em                                B7
The gnashing teeth will masticate the bones from the flesh
      C                               B7
Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I’ll see for myself
Em             B7
  I think they might go to hell

[Chorus]
    C                                G
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost
        D                    Em
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
    C                               G
The problem chased the taste of the cause
          D                               B7
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you?
Em                        B7
Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside
Em                           B7
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right
     C                           G
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
     B7                  Em  C
On a fucked up Saturday night.
     B7        Em             B7
Good times on Front Street
   Em            B7  Em
On Front Street

[Interlude]
Em B7 Em B7 x4
C G D Em
C G D     B7
...    Is 80 enough proof for you?

[Outro]
Em                            B7
Last call for mortals, better cover your drink
Em                         B7
Sodom and Gomorrah, let it go down the sink

C      C7     B7
Always a good time
   Em
On Front Street