paroles de chanson Brooklyn. Friday. Love. - The Midnight
Day-trader
in
a
tie-dyed
jumpsuit
And
a
gutter
punk
kid
with
a
neck
tattoo
They're
hookin'
up
at
the
unisex
bathroom
It
was
Brooklyn,
it
was
Friday,
it
was
love
Across
the
bar
sat
the
hip-hop
purist
Arguing
with
the
jazz
obscurists
And
in
the
corner
were
the
terrified
tourists
Brooklyn,
Friday,
love
Angel
choirs
on
the
corner
all
night
Sing
Johnny
Cash
and
Jackson
5
A
little
heaven
you
can
stumble
into
We
got
your
invite
tonight
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
They
come
from
Mississippi
and
La
La
Land
New-wave
hippies
and
the
pop-goth
glam
It's
just
'cause
parents
don't
understand
It
was
Brooklyn,
it
was
Friday,
it
was
love
From
this
roof,
you
can
see
the
stars
We
are
the
left
bank
dreamers
and
the
avant-garde
I'll
sing
my
borrowed
song
on
your
borrowed
guitar
It
was
Brooklyn,
it
was
Friday,
it
was
love
Angel
choirs
on
the
midnight
G
train
Some
Beastie
Boys
and
Kurt
Cobain
A
revolution
you
can
learn
to
dance
to
With
a
friendly
face
on
the
way
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Bushwick
Avenue
Bedford
Avenue
Franklin
Avenue
I'm
on
my
way,
where
are
you?
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Don't
try
to
f-f-f-f-fight
it
Oh,
it's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
It's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
It's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Bushwick
Avenue
It's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Bedford
Avenue
It's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
Franklin
Avenue
It's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
I'm
on
my
way
(Where
are
you?)
It's
just
Brooklyn
on
a
Friday
(ooh,
ooh)
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