#loose lips sink ships but captain will you go down?? float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown!!

[number1daisukefan]

Front Street by Will Wood is such a Mouthwashing-coded song actually

the. the undertones of sa and substance abuse.

THE VIBES.

[nahokura]

"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

And they goddamn disrespected me!!

Little idiots, idiots I was completely respectful

They're supposed to be my brothers, right? They're my brothers?

No, no, that's not fun

What they were doing wasn't fun

They kept zapping us and zapping us

Ah! Step right up folks! Get yourself a big meaty fill of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shit in the world!

How vile can you be?

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

[ask-ufpapyrus]

For my Prompt WillSongTober

7. Front Street

Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down?

Float your boat and 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

[misanthrapologist]

"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!

On Front Street!

Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down?

Float your boat and 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!

On Front Street!

Yeah!

Aye, step right up folks!

Get yourself a big meaty fill

Of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shitter world!

How vile can you be?!

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

(On Front Street, yeah) Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink

(On Front Street, yeah) Last call for morals, better cover your drink

(On Front Street, yeah) 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!

[beatrice-reden-official]

Front Street fits Filthy Animals really well I didn't even mean this

"I'm in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime"

That's the Colony

"I'm cruisin' with the bruisers, boozin', I'll be a suitor, losing my mind Because there's nothing to find"

Could be read as Angus talking to Carolina in his car while they are driving to make a pickup

"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"

When they get back to Magnus' place and his introduction

"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?"

Carolina reporting back to the D.D.D., or a slight dig at her co-workers

"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"

You'll never believe this but. Magnus sucks to Carolina. Buuut you could also read this as the treatment of Magnus' "pets" and the other kidnapped dopples

"Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down? Float your boat 'til overboard and hoping to drown"

Angus getting found out by his neighbours

"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"

Carolina getting found out as a double agent and getting thrown into Maws pit.

"Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I'll see for myself I think they might go to hell"

Magnus going out on his own dopple hunt

And the rest are repeat lyrics but "Last call for morals better cover your drink/Sodom and Gomorrahed let it go down the sink" could be cleaning up the place like. I am picturing a scene of carnage set to that.

OOOOOUGGGH YEAH. Also sorry for the late response i was at the bus-Bibi

[go60go]

LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS BUT CAPTAIN WILL YOU GO DOWN ‼️‼️‼️ FLOAT YOUR BOAT AND OVERBOARD HOPING TO DROWN‼️‼️‼️

[skyllion-uwu]

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 mis-steps

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

On Front Street

Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down?

Float your boat and 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

On Front Street

(And they completely goddamn disrespected me!

Little idiots! Idiots! I was completely respectful.

They're supposed to be my brothers, right? They're my brothers?

No, no, that's not fun. What they were doing wasn't fun.

They kept zapping us and zapping us.

Idiots! Savages! Idiots! Idiots!)

(Aye, step right up, folks!

Get yourself a big, meaty fill

Of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shit around!

How vile can you be?)

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)

On Front Street (SODOM AND GOMORRA'D)

(LET IT GO DOWN THE SINK)

On Front Street (LAST CALL FOR MORALS)

(BETTER COVER YOUR DRINK)

On Front Street (SODOM AND GOMORRA'D)

(LET IT GO DOWN THE SINK)

Good times on Front Street!

[ashes-0f-phoenix]

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 mis-steps

Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut to the bone

You said “let loose!” but now you’re lost

While you tied your 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, captain, will you go down?

Float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown

Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown 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 bone 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 you tied your boots like a tightrope noose

The problem chased the taste of the cause

While the evidence supports the truth. Is eighty 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

Last call for morals, better cover your drink

Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink