Brooklyn Boy

(앨범: Put Your Ghost To Rest - 2006)

Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines
Hey, hey, it's my birthday
It's a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night
Hey, hey, it's my birthday

Dead end friends that make your stomach shake
While your hissing head barrels down that blackened lane
Alone at last to figure how you got this way
Alone at last to figure how you got this way

Charcoal clouds spot and spray, they kill the sun
Hey, hey, hear its back break
So I can never tell night from day
Or right from wrong
Hey, hey, you're my headache

Your silver tongue, it masks your hungry hate
While your haggard heart whispers through its cracking cage
You still can change, you have to know, you still can change
I know, I know, for now, I wanna be this way

This was a choice
This was never a mistake
This was never a mistake
This was never a mistake
This was never a mistake