Brighton Beach

Take your time baby I don't care
Run your fingers through your hair
Change your clothes and wash your face
I know your boss kept you late
Yeah these days the years flash by
It's just get up and try try try
The golden bells that you used to hear
Is now just wind whistling through your ears
But even that chip on your shoulder
Looks good tonight
I'm going to crown you king
Of your checkered past
Maybe we owned the world for awhile
Skip the fare and jump the turnstile
Your sad eyes and your fucked up teeth
Your Russian mother out in brighton beach
Maybe we felt free for a day
Now it's lay down and pay pay pay
The tv's on but the show is dumb
You remember when that drug was fun
But even that chip on your shoulder looks good tonight
I'm going to crown you king of your checkered past
Maybe I'm not good enough
Well I wasn't trying to be
Yeah it turns out the world was never bad enough for me
So I take my time baby I don't care
Change my jeans and I brush my hair
Cars honk when the light turns green
But those motherfuckers have to wait for me
And even this chip on my shoulder feels good tonight
You have to crown me queen of my checkered past