Williamsberg Lyrics - Singles - Armor For Sleep

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