Kevin
Good morning, Fort Greene
You're looking blah as ever
My daily routine
It's all such an endeavour
Work and then back
Partying in Park Slope
He gives my ass a smack
I roll my eyes and bark "Nope, that's not gonna happen"
He got his hoodie at the Fulton Flea
Like every other d-bag next to me
I see ironic patches
And my soul detaches
Now I can't feel a thing anymore
I can't feel a thing anymore
It's all been done before
Everything's a horrible bore
And living is a terrible chore
You know that it's true
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
I go for a walk
I try to get inspired
I see a neighbour; we talk
It only makes me tired
I didn't always used to be this way
Remember how I felt on move-in day
I was so young and connected
Now I'm just unaffected
Now I can't feel a thing anymore
I can't feel a thing anymore
It's all been done before
Everything's is a horrible bore
And living is a terrible chore
You know that it's true
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
I think I need a change
I need to feel some heaven
I don't see fire and the flame
And everybody looks the same
I mean you didn't even live here then
So it wasn't really a thing for you
It's totally late
I see a woman on Atlantic
Without a second of debate
I grab her hair and she goes frantic
I wrap my hands around her neck
With all the passion I can rally
We're by that club that's owned by Beck
I dump her body in an alley
I sweat a little bit but I'm still numb
It was kind of 'whatever' but it was mostly dumb
I walk home wondering what it all means
Would I feel different if I lived in Queens?
Oh, who's to say?
It doesn't matter anyway
'Cuz I can't feel a thing anymore
I can't feel a thing anymore
It's all been done before
And everything's a horrible bore
And living is a terrible chore
You know that it's true
There's nothing new to do-
There's nothing new to do-
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
There's nothing new to do in New York anymore
There's nothing new to do in America anymore
There's nothing new to do in the universe anymore
It's just all been done before
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
You're looking blah as ever
My daily routine
It's all such an endeavour
Work and then back
Partying in Park Slope
He gives my ass a smack
I roll my eyes and bark "Nope, that's not gonna happen"
He got his hoodie at the Fulton Flea
Like every other d-bag next to me
I see ironic patches
And my soul detaches
Now I can't feel a thing anymore
I can't feel a thing anymore
It's all been done before
Everything's a horrible bore
And living is a terrible chore
You know that it's true
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
I go for a walk
I try to get inspired
I see a neighbour; we talk
It only makes me tired
I didn't always used to be this way
Remember how I felt on move-in day
I was so young and connected
Now I'm just unaffected
Now I can't feel a thing anymore
I can't feel a thing anymore
It's all been done before
Everything's is a horrible bore
And living is a terrible chore
You know that it's true
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
I think I need a change
I need to feel some heaven
I don't see fire and the flame
And everybody looks the same
I mean you didn't even live here then
So it wasn't really a thing for you
It's totally late
I see a woman on Atlantic
Without a second of debate
I grab her hair and she goes frantic
I wrap my hands around her neck
With all the passion I can rally
We're by that club that's owned by Beck
I dump her body in an alley
I sweat a little bit but I'm still numb
It was kind of 'whatever' but it was mostly dumb
I walk home wondering what it all means
Would I feel different if I lived in Queens?
Oh, who's to say?
It doesn't matter anyway
'Cuz I can't feel a thing anymore
I can't feel a thing anymore
It's all been done before
And everything's a horrible bore
And living is a terrible chore
You know that it's true
There's nothing new to do-
There's nothing new to do-
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
There's nothing new to do in New York anymore
There's nothing new to do in America anymore
There's nothing new to do in the universe anymore
It's just all been done before
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
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Writer(s): Joseph P Iconis
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