They said you've changed the way
And I found all the reasons why
I ought to spite you for my kind
Yeah, we don't play
It's dirt on your shoulder
It's dirt on your shoulder, it's
Eating nothing kind
The word
We signed now
The scar, the sweat, the smell
You've got the pulp eye
Rich kids are the truth
Rich kids are the truth
Pretty girls are essential to you
And all you are
Eating nothing kind
The word
Ladies and gentlemen
What you thought I'd say
Was the worst of it
You took it all back from me
Go back to Brooklyn
You're safe in Brooklyn
Go back to Brooklyn
You're safe in Brooklyn
You're safe
You're safe
You're safe
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