Kevin Devine - Brooklyn boy

^CBrooklyn boy, ^Amborn and raised, ^Fchopping lines ^Ghey hey, it's my ^Fbirthda^Cy ^{F C C}it's a toy I torched, ^Ama tar pit flame, ^Fa lockjaw night ^Ghey hey, it's my ^Fbirthda^Cy ^{F C}

dead end ^Amfriends that make your ^Cstomach shake while your hissing ^Fhead barrels down that ^Gblakened lane alone at ^Dmlast to figure ^Amhow you got this ^Fway ^C alone at ^Amlast to ^Ffigure how you got ^Cthis way

^Ccharcoal clouds ^Amspot and spray, ^Fthey kill the sun ^Ghey hey, ^Fhear its back b^Creak ^{F C C}so I can never tell n^Amight from day or r^Fight from wrong, ^Ghey hey, ^Fyou're my h^Ceadache ^{F C}

your silver t^Amongue it masks your ^Fhungry ^Chate while your haggard ^Amheart whis^Gpers through its cr^Facking cage ^C you still can ^Amchange, you have to k^Cnow, you still can ^Fchang^Ge I k^Amnow, I know, but now I ^Fwanna be this ^Cway

this was a ^Fchoice, this was nev^Ger a mist^Cake ^{Am F}this was never a m^Gistake ^{C F}Yeah, this was ^Gnever a m^Cis-t^Amak-e^F, ^G

^C Ooh oh ^Amooh wh^Foa oh ^G(x3)