Southside

I think that I'll like it

I think that I'll like it, yeah

I think that I'll like it

I think that I'll like it

Heading down to the Southside

I find the door with the black handle

She'll lead me to the bedroom

And I'll forget my collapse

​In the rush of the night

I'll never see the light

I don't know what's become

Of my darling back home, yeah

Her skin was pale and soft

My clothes bunched on the floor

Passion leaves me empty

A broken bottle thrown away

In the rush of the night

I'll never see the light

I don't know what's become

Of my darling back home

I don't think that I like it

No, I don't think that I like it

I don't think that I like it

I don't think anymore

I don't think anymore

I don't think anymore

I don't think anymore

​I don't think anymore