Williamsburg Songtext
Hold your objection please
I'm not in the mood
will you detain under the towns?
this city was a blueprint from 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 trait is pulling your pants down
you will all die in Williamsburg
Bartend, 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 from 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 trait is pulling your pants down
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 OC
Brooklyn to tempt me, would close off this tension
stuck in a party that was lame to begin with
At least you'll be used to
the place you'll be soon
at least you'll be used to
the place you'll be
this city was a blueprint from
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 trait is pulling your pants down
you will all die in Williamsburg
you will all die
I'm not in the mood
will you detain under the towns?
this city was a blueprint from 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 trait is pulling your pants down
you will all die in Williamsburg
Bartend, 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 from 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 trait is pulling your pants down
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 OC
Brooklyn to tempt me, would close off this tension
stuck in a party that was lame to begin with
At least you'll be used to
the place you'll be soon
at least you'll be used to
the place you'll be
this city was a blueprint from
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 trait is pulling your pants down
you will all die in Williamsburg
you will all die