Текст песни Brooklyn Boy

Brooklyn boy, born and raised

Chopping lines, hey hey

It's my birthday

It's a toy I torch to tarpit flames

A lockjaw night, hey hey

It's my birthday

And your dead end friends

Make your stomach shake

And your hissing head

Barrels down that blackened lane

Alone at last to figure how you got this way

Charcoal clouds spot and spray

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Hear it's back break

So I can never tell night from day

Or right from wrong, hey hey

Hear my head ache

And your silver tounge

Masks your hungry hate

While your haggard heart

Whispers through it's cracking cage,

"You still can change; you have to know

You still can change."

I know, I know - for now, I want to be this way.

This was a choice; this was never a mistake.