You were the freak king of the piercing shop All the girls thought they could sing, but they're really not, shit I don't get it You're looking like a man, you're talking like a baby How the fuck is your song in a Coke commercial, crazy I don't get it Your taste once exquisite What happened to Brooklyn? What happened to New York What happened to my scene? What happened to punk rock, rock You called me the queen of the downtown scene, babe How the fuck would you go switch it up and then replace me I don't get it, I'm so legit Tell me, was it 'cause I wasn't platinum in jewels? That perhaps you thought I was a little bit even uncool Kid, was that it? Stefani, you suck, I know you're selling twenty million Wish they could have seen you when we booed you off in Williamsburg You're hurt, I know my words don't hurt, yeah Oh, girl, I see you walking 'round in your pearls Thinking that you're number one You're so funny, 'cause honey, you're not What happened to Brooklyn, the last frontier They said you could make it anywhere if you can make it here But where, no magic in the air What happened to Brooklyn? What happened to our scene, baby? Have we all gone Gaga crazy? Remember when the streets used to be dangerous and we were born bad And we were born bad? Punk rock, punk rock The boys used to punch each other in the face and girls were walking around wasted And everyone had a good night, come back in sunlight Punk rock, rock, rock. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com