Lyrics

Welcome back to New York City It resents whoever left You just try leaving Rome She never forgets Whenever giving a statement Everybody thinks you're wrong And so then, we slink along 'Cause at the end, and of your voice It makes me want to hang up the phone It would be better if that happened another way We are refugees one way or another It's no wonder we slink along Those who expect to be inert and free Expect that which never was and never will be Now that Brooklyn has finally been destroyed Next year Valhalla, definitely Sooner or later I get sick of anyone having a strong opinion of me You can't reverse now then laugh in dead-end streets I am cautious and I am deciding whether or not to take something from your hand I'd like to but I don't know The past is the past And regret is vague I wish this had happened another way Now that Brooklyn has finally been destroyed Next year Valhalla, definitely Next year Valhalla, definitely