So I Came To New York
Everyone's an asshole in Texas
Everyone pretends to be so polite
But inside they're all seething, as long as they're breathing
They're breathing vindictive oxygen
Someone's gonna make us give back all this shit we stole
That's the refrain in their soul
Everyone's an asshole in Texas
Especially Dallas, the sculptured hair, and those stupid hats
And the acres of denim, and smiles filled with venom
And endlessly nurtured grievances
And no one's gonna speak the truth
In a lying town, in a crooked place
No one's gonna speak the truth when they know it doesn't matter
And so I came to New York
Everyone's a scumbag in Jersey
Everyone's exactly as loud and dumb as the movies portray them
Should anyone pay them attention, they puff up like bullfrogs
Go and wear your muscle shirts and mullets with pride
Cause you've got nothing real inside
And no one's gonna speak the truth in a place like that
Where it won't get heard
No one's gonna speak the truth when the fakes get fatter and fatter
No, no one's gonna speak the truth, not a single phrase
Not an honest word
No one's gonna speak the truth when they know it doesn't matter
And so I came to New York
And so we came to New York
Mm, mm, mmm
Mm, Mm, Mm, mmm
Mmmmm, mmmmm
Everyone pretends to be so polite
But inside they're all seething, as long as they're breathing
They're breathing vindictive oxygen
Someone's gonna make us give back all this shit we stole
That's the refrain in their soul
Everyone's an asshole in Texas
Especially Dallas, the sculptured hair, and those stupid hats
And the acres of denim, and smiles filled with venom
And endlessly nurtured grievances
And no one's gonna speak the truth
In a lying town, in a crooked place
No one's gonna speak the truth when they know it doesn't matter
And so I came to New York
Everyone's a scumbag in Jersey
Everyone's exactly as loud and dumb as the movies portray them
Should anyone pay them attention, they puff up like bullfrogs
Go and wear your muscle shirts and mullets with pride
Cause you've got nothing real inside
And no one's gonna speak the truth in a place like that
Where it won't get heard
No one's gonna speak the truth when the fakes get fatter and fatter
No, no one's gonna speak the truth, not a single phrase
Not an honest word
No one's gonna speak the truth when they know it doesn't matter
And so I came to New York
And so we came to New York
Mm, mm, mmm
Mm, Mm, Mm, mmm
Mmmmm, mmmmm
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Robert Brown
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- Songs for a New World (New York City Center 2018 Encores! Off-Center Cast Recording)
- How We React and How We Recover
- Prologue the Old Red Hills of Home SATB - Jason Robert Brown
- Jason Robert Brown Plays Jason Robert Brown - Men's Edition (Piano Accompaniment)
- Jason Robert Brown in Concert with Anika Noni Rose (Live)
- The Bridges of Madison County (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
- The Last Five Years (2013 Off-Broadway Cast Recording)
- 13: The Musical (Original West End Cast Recording)
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