Ah, yeah. Brooklyn, yeah. . Take a flight to London sing my song. Bring me back to New York that's where I get paid. Dance with the ladies all night long.
Murder books and the face in my nightmares. Blood and tears and the enemy's right here. Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder your children. Torture, treason, never falling out.
When we made out, when we made out.. On the Front Porch, a kiss on your mouth.. Take a long walk back to your house. Mess around on your pretty white couch..