Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Williamsburg, artist - Armor For Sleep. Date of issue: 28.10.2007
Song language: English
Williamsburg |
| Hold your own jacket please |
| I’m not in the mood |
| Millions of trains under the ground |
| This city was the blueprint for hell |
| Passed out, sleeping at your party |
| Dream of leaving in the morning |
| You will all die in Williamsburg |
| Too hip to even clean your nose out |
| Your grave is pulling at your pants now |
| You will all die in Williamsburg |
| Bored again |
| Watching the rats |
| Eat all your food |
| At least you’ll be used to The place you’ll be soon |
| This city was the blueprint for hell |
| Passed out, sleeping at your party |
| Dream of leaving in the morning |
| You will all die in Williamsburg |
| Too hip to even clean your nose out |
| Your grave is pulling at your pants now |
| You will all die in Williamsburg |
| Do you know how obvious you are? |
| You were born in New Hampshire but you say you’re from the O.C. |
| Brooklyn’s a death bed |
| For clones of the same kid |
| Stuck in the party |
| That was lame to begin with |
| Yeah, yeah lame to begin with |
| At least you’ll be used to The place you’ll be This city was the blueprint for hell |
| Passed out, sleeping at your party |
| Dream of leaving in the morning |
| You will all die in Williamsburg |
| Too hip to even clean your nose out |
| Your grave is pulling at your pants now |
| You will all die in Williamsburg |
| You will all die |