Winter Street

Here on Winter Street,
we've got blow-up alligators tied to our ceilings.
And the partying never ends.
You're in love with a fish, I hope you can swim.

Here on Winter Street,
we go to wine shows and then piss on our own sheets.
Because the partying never ends.
You're in love with a fish, I hope you can swim.

Here on Winter Street,
we'll drink all the drinks you bring.