Tourniquet

Brooklyn, I’m broken, I’m breaking apart
Green point pins down my hand, Red Hook pierces my heart
And my blood runs into the Gowanus Canal
Where it sinks to the bottom
And it hurts like hell.
The Prospectors still search for highs in the heights
'Til the first bloody nose which they laugh off despite
How it seems that whatever gets left in the bar
Just becomes part of Brooklyn
And here we are.
Oh, here we are
Here we are, oh Here.
Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South
Some kid’s shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth
And these trains held in Chambers are ready to blow
All the way back to Brooklyn
And here we go.
Oh, here we go Here we go Oh, here we go.
Oh Brooklyn, your bridges are bound up in light
Every artery’s clogged as you pull the belt tight
And this tourniquet turns even tighter until
Traffic comes to a standstill.
We come to a standstill.
I come to a standstill.
Oh, here we are
Here we are
Oh, here we are.
Oh, here we are
Here we are.
Oh here. we are.