Kevin Devine Brooklyn Boy Intro A Brooklyn boy born and raised chopping lines hey hey it’s my birthday A toy I torched to tar pit flames a lock jaw night hey hey its my birthday Dead-end friends will make your stomach shake While your hissing’ head Barrels down that blackened lane Alone at last to figure how you got this way Alone at last to figure how you got this way (Interlude) Charcoal clouds spot and spray they kill the sun hey hey hear its back break So I can never tell night from day right from wrong hey hey you’re my headache A silver tongue amass your hungry hate while haggard heart Whispers through it cracking cage Still can change you have to know you still can change I know I know but now I want to be this way This was a choice this was never a mistake This was never a mistake