Brooklyn boy, born and raised
Choppin' lines, hey hey, it's my birthday
It's a toy I torch to tarpit flames
A lockjaw night, hey hey, it's my birthday

And your dead end friends...
They make your stomach shake
While your hissin' 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

Charcoal clouds, spot and spray
They kill the sun, hey hey, hear it's back break
So I can never tell night from day
Or right from wrong, hey hey, hear my headache

And your silver tongue
It masks your hungry hate
While your haggard heart
Whispers through its cracking cage

"You still can change;
You have to know you still can change."
"I know, I know
For now, I want to be this way."

This was a choice, this was never a mistake...
This was never a mistake...
This was never a mistake...
This was never a mistake...

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...

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Los Delinqüentes, Muchachito Y La Excepción Pirata del estrecho Lyrics