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Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Will Wood is an American singer-songwriter, composer, filmmaker, comedian, and multimedia artist.Wood has released four studio albums: Everything Is A Lot in 2015; SELF-iSH in 2016, The Normal Album in 2020, and "In case I make It," in 2022. Wood has also composed music for the podcast Camp Here and There, and is co-host of the comedy podcast Life in the World to Come alongside Chris Dunne. more »

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"Quick while she turns her back, slip it in"

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

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?

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

Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down?
Float your boat 'til overboard and hoping to drown
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown all alone
Because we know you’re not afraid
This 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

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?

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

Is 80 enough proof for you?

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
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 cover your drink
Good times on Front Street

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