Brooklyn Boy lyrics translation: KEVIN DEVINE Brooklyn Boy song texte and letras KEVIN DEVINE Brooklyn Boy tab, paroles and testo KEVIN DEVINE Brooklyn Boy Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Brooklyn boy, born and raised Chopping lines, hey hey It's my birthday It's a toy I torch to tarpit flames A lockjaw night, hey hey It's my birthday
And your dead end friends Make your stomach shake And your hissing head Barrels down that blackened lane Alone at last to figure how you got this way
Charcoal clouds spot and spray They kill the sun, hey hey Hear it's back break So I can never tell night from day Or right from wrong, hey hey Hear my head ache
And your silver tounge Masks your hungry hate While your haggard heart Whispers through it's cracking cage, "You still can change; you have to know You still can change."