Schism - Bourbon Street lyrics

Bring your lips a little closer honey Wet them as cold as an ice block for me Kissings become a habit Since this part of the street closed up No free drinks are pa**ing through The lights are dull and dim to Forget about a scotch on the rocks The door is closed and I can't get in Now they lock up the hall And there's just a pa**ing parade There's nothing to toast Just an empty gla** And a bottled up ghost Down on Bourbon Street Down on Bourbon Street We were promised the world by the DJ He had us all stuck up As we listened to the Neville Brothers Smoke was choking us all up Now they lock up the hall And there's just a pa**ing parade There's nothing to toast Just an empty gla** And a bottled up ghost Down on Bourbon Street Down on Bourbon Street Down on Bourbon Street Down on Bourbon Street Down on Bourbon Street Down on Bourbon Street Music by/ Richard Johnstone (C) TrueNorth 2008 Lyrics by/ Michael J Peade (C) PEADESONGS 2008 All Rights Reserved.