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      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      You will all die