Hem - Tourniquet lyrics

Brooklyn, I'm broken, I'm breaking apart Green point pins down my hand, Red Hook pierces my heart And my blood runs into the Gowan*s Can*l Where it sinks to the bottom And it hurts like hell. The Prospectors still search for highs in the heights 'Til the first bloody nose which they laugh off despite How it seems that whatever gets left in the bar Just becomes part of Brooklyn And here we are. Oh, here we are Here we are, oh Here. Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South Some kid's shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth sponsored links And these trains held in Chambers are ready to blow All the way back to Brooklyn And here we go. Oh, here we go Here we go Oh, here we go. Oh Brooklyn, your bridges are bound up in light Every artery's clogged as you pull the belt tight And this tourniquet turns even tighter until Traffic comes to a standstill. We come to a standstill. I come to a standstill. Oh, here we are Here we are Oh, here we are. Oh, here we are Here we are. Oh here..we are.