Williamsburg

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