Front Street ain't no place for a boynWho likes to talk ways that boys donUnstrung, young, dumbnComfortably numbnnI am old as the star who bears younBlack as the bitch who wears younTears you, rips you apartnAnd then turns it aroundnnCome on feel menI ain't only onenWhen it comes apartnWe're gonna have some fun, sonnnGive me five minutesnWith your sweetest sweet teanIf she's fine as your missusnThen she's fine enough for mennA rod out the windownA suburban streetnAnd I ain't slept since MondaynJump in and ride we got deadlines to meetnnPeople to use, lovers to breaknHandful of pills, no life to takenRiver too cold, oven too hotnBridge a one hundred and fifty foot dropnnBut there was a day I could say that I loved younEarly one evening I cut through LongviewnLifted you up and you turned it aroundnnHere on Front StreetnAll the good girls and their boys knownDown in the mine there are diamondsnDown on the street walk the lifelessnnAnd now I know that you're through with menCan I tell you my love dead honestly?nLife is shame and your hands are stainednWalk in chains and change your namennGo where you go but forget me notnTake a memory too, if it's all you gotnChase your pain with a shot of rainnDig with a spade or a razor bladennCome on feel me nownI ain't only onenWhen it comes apartnWe're gonna have some fun, sonnnCome on feel me nownI ain't only onenWhen it comes apartnWe're gonna have some fun, sonnnWe're gonna have some fun, sonnWe're gonna have some fun, sonnWe're gonna have some fun, sonnYoung, dumb, comfortably numbnnGive me five minutesnGive me five minutes with your sweetest sweet tean[?]nnYou go where you gotta go, forget me notnTake my memory 'cause it's