Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls
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To find myself a few more just like me
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The options pretty skinny and the order's pretty tall
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To swim the hippest waters in the sea
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Somewhere in the sticky city driving back and forth
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I found myself a squat in Williamsburg
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Nobody seemed the same sincerely this could be a curse
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But everyone's the same with different shirts
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I'm not sure what part about me they can't understand
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No one's really from here, they just all pretend that's what they've been about
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Those three kids left in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me out
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I see a guy named Ian every morning at the store
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Always dissing something with his eyes
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He always wears a sweater even in the warmest weather
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He's not afraid to say what he despised
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But I did a little searching you know, and much to my surprise
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A few years back a metal cover band
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He yelled at me and said the Internet is full of lies
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And then I never saw Ian again
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I'm not sure what part about him they can't understand
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No one's really from here, they just all pretend that's what they've been about
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Those two kids left in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me out
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I grabbed shots in Decatur with a girl who's on my block
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She's the best drummer that I know
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Her band's always struggling and they always say they're juggling
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All their schedules just to play a show
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Working at American Apparel selling women's clothes to guys
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She got a call to play in someone's band I don't know well
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She don't wan't to do it, she's so broke that she said screw it
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Then I never spoke to her again
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I'm not sure what part about her she didn't understand
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Nobody's really from here, they just all pretend that's what they've been about
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That one kid left in Atlanta:Fuck this place, I'm getting out
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The 3 Kids In Brooklyn
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| Butch Walker |
