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lyrics
Hey,
you've got a lot to release;
the aching in your chest,
and the snails inside your throat.
Come on up
to the New York island;
spend money we don't have
on something everyone needs.
I've been alone all year;
felt like solitary confinement.
Now my hair is thinning,
my body's quaking,
and my voice is breaking.
Come on
to the rabbit hole;
you know
you'll feel better.
You'll take a shot of me,
I'll take a shot of you,
and we'll climb our way out
together.
A buddy of mine in Jersey
threw me out onto the street;
I wasn't surprised
in the least.
Ran across the highway,
walked miles on the side of the road
in the mud and ice
under the moonlight.
Passed by the sign that said
"military vehicles only beyond this point,"
but I kept going;
they say you have to keep going.
Last night
in the rabbit hole;
you know
you felt better.
You took a shot of me,
I took a shot of you,
and the taste remains
all weekend.
Boys
are so strange;
you're always on the move.
Your faces are deranged.
And the dogs and the cats
of your neighborhood;
they're starting a lot of fires
(they've got a lot of wood).
They don't have a role
in the cosmic play,
but to sit and watch us
all anyway.
Yeah, the dogs and the cats
of your neighborhood,
and their elders
(the trees and the rivers),
they dream of the day
they'll all orbit the universe;
they'll leave this town
again.
And boys
without mothers
have taken down
your world.
This smoke rises from below me;
this smoke rises from below the trees.
I call you up, and I talk to you on the phone;
you're not really listening.
If there's a tornado in Brooklyn, I will kill you;
I'll invent a way to spin around your world.
If there's a tornado in Brooklyn, I will kill you;
I'll rise up from these flames.
The city's rising from below me;
the city's towering over the trees.
I call a friend about these days to come;
she says I'm not really listening.
If there's a tornado in Brooklyn, it'll kill you;
it'll spin like a broken record around your world.
And when your windows break in Brooklyn, I will kill you;
I'll rise up from these flames.
I don't know this part of the river;
I don't know this neck of the woods.
If there's a tornado in Brooklyn, I will kill you;
I'll spin like the broken record of your world.
If there's a tornado in Brooklyn, I will kill you;
I'll rise up from these flames.
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