Brooklyn کے بول

The last car on the line I guess you're back doing time The ghost of Christmas past Left Walt Whitman in the trash You started out with nothing but lonely days You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom You started with nothing but throwaways You couldn't live with me so you moved to Brooklyn Artificial desserts Some have cars some have kids Hit the pathmark after work Some never been past the bridge You started out with nothing but lonely days You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom You started with nothing but throwaways You couldn't live with me so you moved to Brooklyn I sometimes lie awake until sunrise Wondering how we become what we despise No more couches to surf Only beaches in your dreams No more trannies near work It's still a drag walking in Queens It's all blood money in the bank Somehow some people find the nerve Like the soldiers they thank down in DC If I could only find the words