Brooklyn Boy Songtext
von Kevin Devine

Brooklyn boy, born and raised
Chopping lines, hey hey
It′s my birthday
It's a toy I torch to tarpit flames
A lockjaw night, hey hey
It′s my birthday

Dead-end friends
They make your stomach shake
While your hissing head
Barrels down that blackened lane
Alone at last to figure how you got this way
Alone at last to figure how you got this way


Charcoal clouds spot and spray
They kill the sun, hey hey
Hear its back break
So I can never tell night from day
Or right from wrong, hey hey
You're my headache

And your silver tongue
It masks your hungry hate
While your haggard heart
Whispers through its cracking cage
"You still can change, you have to know
You still can change"
I know, I know, for now, I want to be this way
This was a choice, this was never a mistake

This was never a mistake
This was never a mistake
This was never a mistake

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh