Williamsburg Lyrics

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 grave is pulling at your pants now You will all die in Williamsburg
Bored 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 grave is pulling at your pants now 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 O.C. Brooklyn is a death bed for clones of the same kids Stuck in a party that was lame to begin with Yeah, yeah, lame to begin with
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 grave is pulling at your pants now You will all die in Williamsburg
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You will all die