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 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