Written By: Craig Braginsky
Bums on the corner – there by the door
They cling to their bottles – and stare through your soul
Businessmen junkies – where do I begin
I call it a form of salvation – you call it a sin
Morality fools, I can’t share your pain
This etiquette burden – “I’m glad that you came”
Losing your conscience could help you win the fight
And that’s where you’ll find me there in the night
I’ve gone to backstreet heaven
Where the girls don’t ask no questions
And a fifty dollar bill becomes my ticket to salvation
On a train away from loneliness
Just slip your hand beneath her dress
And feel the peace of backstreet heaven.
Symptoms of life – afflictions the same
Their children’s so tired of playing that game
They come to this place where you can’t hide your face
Where you suffer in peace, where there is no disgrace.
Morality fools, I can’t share your pain
This etiquette burden – “I’m glad that you came”
Losing your conscience could help you win the fight
And that’s where you’ll find me there in the night
I’ve gone to backstreet heaven
Where the girls don’t ask no questions
And a fifty dollar bill becomes my ticket to salvation
On a train away from loneliness
Just slip your hand beneath her dress
And feel the peace of backstreet heaven.
Going to backstreet heaven
Backstreet heaven
