Hurry-Up Offense
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B.B.N.Y.C.

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Hurry-Up Offense Canonical path: /hurry-up-offense/bbnyc Related lyric paths: 6
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B.B.N.Y.C.

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It's Four-Oh-Three in a basement in Brooklyn

Is it the a.m. or the night?

It's hard to tell when you can't look outside no window

And so I'll look into myself

Well I go to bed in a peaceful world

In a bunker downstairs next to a fine girl

And I wake up with smoke in my lungs, ringing in my ears

Got a gas leak, water spill, lots of ghosts that wanna kill

Suckin' oxygen straight outta my soul till

Spiders culminate with the webs that build my fears

And I'll try sleeping under covers

I can't hear you, phone is unplugged

I'm still breathing, you're not near me

In touch with reason, victim of a…

Like no one ever said the world is gonna end

And I got an education and I got a suspicion

That it's starting all with me, way down deep, in this dark hole

If I run real fast how far am I gonna go

When the only welcome on the block's the liquor store

And delivery delivers me much too close too slow

I'll be living under tracks with the playground full of rats

And the canal's breeding everything from mosquitoes to bats

Just to rescue myself I'll keep playing guitar through the sewage cracks

And I'm just sleeping under covers

I can't hear you, phone is unplugged

I'm still breathing, you're not near me

In touch with reason, victim of a…Mind

I gotta lotta space so the dust be pilin' up

In the corners of my flesh so my skin keeps growing tough

When I go outside tomorrow I'll be thankful for the sun

At the end of the day when the sky begins to grey

When the wind is pouring ashes and the clouds are dropping rain

Returning to the safety of the cavern leaves me scarcely a complaint

It'll be four-oh -seven in a basement in Brooklyn

No Goddamn Idea what time it was

You know, It's fucking hard to tell when you can't look outside no windows

So I'll settle, just look into myself

You'll find me sleeping under covers

I can't hear you, phone is unplugged

I'm still breathing, you're not near me

In touch with reason, victim of a…

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