Williamsburg Lyrics - Armor For Sleep

Hold your own jacket, please 

I'm not in the mood 

Millions of trains under the ground 

This city was a 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 a 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 is a death bed for clones of the same kids 

Stuck in a 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 a 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 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

You will all die