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 the 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 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