Bourbon Street Lyrics - Singles - Schism

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 passing 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 passing parade 

There's nothing to toast 

Just an empty glass 

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 passing parade 

There's nothing to toast 

Just an empty glass 

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 

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