Tourniquet Songtext
von Hem

Brooklyn, I′m broken, I'm breaking apart
Greenpoint pins down my hand, Red Hook pierces my heart
And my blood runs into the Gowanus Canal
Where it sinks to the bottom, and it hurts like hell
The prospectors still search for highs in the Heights
Until their first bloody nose, which they laugh off despite
How it seems that whatever gets left in a bar
Just becomes part of Brooklyn, and here we are
Oh, here we are
Here we are
Oh, here we are
Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South
Some kid shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth
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