by Lana Del Rey
You were the freak king of the piercing shop
All the girls thought that they could sing
But they’re really not
Shit I don’t get it
You’re looking like a man, you’re talking like a baby
How the fuck is your song
In a coke commercial crazy
I don’t get it
Your taste once exquisite
What happened to Brooklyn?
What happened to New York?
What happened to my scene?
What happened to punk rock?
You called me the queen
Of the downtown scene babe
How the fuck would you go
Switch it up and then replace me?
I don’t get it
I’m so legit
Tell me was it cause I wasn’t
Platinum in jewels
That perhaps you thought
I was a little bit even uncool
Kid was that it?
Stefani you suck
I know you’re selling 20 million
Wish they could’ve seen you
When we booed you off in Williamsburg
You’re hurt
I know my words don’t hurt yeah
Oh girl I see you walking round
In your pearls
Thinking that you’re number
You’re so funny
Coz honey you’re not
What happened to Brooklyn
The last frontier
They said you can make it anywhere
If you can make it here
But where no magic in the air
What happened to Brooklyn?
What happened to our scene baby?
Have we all gone Gaga crazy?
Remember when the streets used
To be dangerous and we were born bad
And we were born bad?
Punk rock punk rock
The boys used to punch each other in the face
And girls were walking round wasted
Everyone had a good night
Came back when sunlight
Punk rock, rock, rock
