Hem - Tourniquet Lyrics
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 CanalWhere it sinks to the bottomAnd hurts like hell.The Prospectors still search for highs in the heights‘Til their first bloody nose which they laugh off despiteHow it seems that whatever gets left in a barJust becomes part of BrooklynAnd here we are.Oh, here we are...Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South --Some kid’s shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth --And these trains held in Chambers are ready to blowAll the way back to BrooklynAnd 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 untilTraffic comes to a standstill.We come to a standstill.I come to a standstill.Oh, here we are...
