Cherry St.
Baby, why ya calling?
It's late
you're drunk, go home.
My boots
tied tight
always dreamed of stompin?
My voice carried all down the road
All's erode
Don't erode!
I'm alone..
I'm alone.
Drench my dreams in the river to make this home.
Closet, all day.
Hell it makes me queasy
The dry walls closing me in
faces in the front
high hands keep aclappin'
Let's drown in my mind once again
and again, and again.
Oh yeah!
Where's a friend
Where's a friend
Or a fiend
Maybe a brother, to take me in.
Beggin me to play
yes, you are my honey
but I
I won't let it out
I want you to hear
but you make me nervous
death, it deals in doubt
damn my doubt
doubt all doubt
doubt, I'll doubt!
Gotta shout
Gotta shout
From Crumps Avenue,
There's something new to talk about