Hold your own jacket please I'm not in the mood Millions of trains under the ground This city was a blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party Dream of leaving in the morning You will all die in Williamsburg Too hip to even clean your nose out Your claim is pulling with your pants down You will all die in Williamsburg
Born again, watching the rats Eat all your food At least you'll be used to The place you'll be soon This city was a blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party Dream of leaving in the morning You will all die in Williamsburg Too hip to even clean your nose out Your claim is pulling with your pants down You will all die in Williamsburg
Do you know how obvious you are? You were born in New Hampshire but you say you're from the OC Brooklyn is a death bag, it cloned out the same kids Stuck in a party that was lame to begin with
At least you'll be used to The place you'll be soon At least you'll be used to The place you'll be This city was a blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party Dream of leaving in the morning You will all die in Williamsburg Too hip to even clean your nose out Your claim is pulling with your pants down You will all die in Williamsburg You will all die