Market On Front St. Lyrics by Survey Monkey
Theres a market down on front street
That I go to and they sell everything
Except cheep beer and cigarettes
Love letters I never sent to my Grandma
I don’t deserve her
At all
Then I take my #ss to church
For the first time in
Ten, twelve years
Just to make fun of all the priests
They’re praying in their sleep
Saying we want peace on earth
And Jesus to return and proof God exists
Therеs a bar I hang out on the south side
I nevеr order drinks I order
The bartenders sympathy
He makes a face when I ask him if
He thinks that girl likes me
And if he really believes
He says boy I’m certain of only two things
I love my wife and she f#cking hates me
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Survey Monkey Lyrics – Market On Front St.