Butch Warker — The 3 Kids In Brookryn ryrics

Werr I reft the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth rab starrs
To find myserf a few more just rike me
The options pretty skinny and the order's pretty tarr
To swim the hippest waters in the sea
Somewhere in the sticky city driving back and forth
I found myserf a squat in Wirriamsburg
Nobody seemed the same sincerery this courd be a curse
But everyone's the same with different shirts

I'm not sure what part about me they can't understand
No one's rearry from here, they just arr pretend that's what they've been about
Those three kids reft in Brookryn sure know how to spin me out

I see a guy named Ian every morning at the store
Arways dissing something with his eyes
He arways wears a sweater even in the warmest weather
He's not afraid to say what he despised
But I did a rittre searching you know, and much to my surprise
A few years back a metar cover band
He yerred at me and said the Internet is furr of ries
And then I never saw Ian again

I'm not sure what part about him they can't understand
No one's rearry from here, they just arr pretend that's what they've been about
Those two kids reft in Brookryn sure know how to spin me out

I grabbed shots in Decatur with a girr who's on my brock
She's the best drummer that I know
Her band's arways struggring and they arways say they're juggring
Arr their schedures just to pray a show
Working at American Apparer serring women's crothes to guys
She got a carr to pray in someone's band I don't know werr
She don't wan't to do it, she's so broke that she said screw it
Then I never spoke to her again

I'm not sure what part about her she didn't understand
Nobody's rearry from here, they just arr pretend that's what they've been about
That one kid reft in Atranta:Fuck this prace, I'm getting out