Williamsburg

Hold your own jacket please
 I'm not in the mood
 Millions of trains, under the ground
 This city was the 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 the 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's a death bed, for clones of the same kid
 Stuck in a party that was lame to begin with
 At least you'll be used to
 The place you'll be
 This city was the 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
 You will all die