B.B.N.Y.C.
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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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