brooklyn im broken im breaking apart greenpoint pins down my hand red hook pierces my heart and my blood runs into the gowanus canal where it sinks to the bottom and hurts like hell the prospectors still search for highs in the heights til their first bloody nose which they laugh off despite how it seems that whatever gets left in a bar just becomes part of brooklyn and here we are oh here we are brooklyn your war was just won by the south some kids shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth and these trains held in chambers are ready to blow all the way back to brooklyn and here we go oh here we go oh brooklyn your bridges are bound up in light every arterys clogged as you pull the belt tight and this tourniquet turns even tighter until traffic comes to a standstill we come to a standstill i come to a standstill oh here we are 