Break, heart, break
Fail, liver, fail
But if you can hear me complainin'
I'm neither dead or in jail
I can't remember where I parked my car
And I'm afraid of what the future holds
And I don't wanna die in Greenpoint
The birds sing songs of distant car alarms
Distant car alarms sound like birds,
The moon hangs so low it looks like a street light
Over three old men with three tall boys of coors light,
You're screaming underneath my window
And my roommate's blacked out on the toilet again
And I'm checking into the emergency room
Under a fake name at 4 a.m.
So break, heart break
Fail, liver, fail
But if you can hear me complaining
I'm neither dead or in jail
I can't remember where I parked my car
And I'm afraid of what the future holds
And I don't wanna die in Greenpoint
Where the sewage treatment plant
Smells suspiciously like Chinese food
And man, I don't even want to think about what that means
And we're straining our eyes looking for those big city lights
But it's not even Jersey, it's Queens
And if that's my mother calling on the phone
Dude, I am totally not home
I'm exercising my right to surrender to the poison of my choice
I am the master of my own worst case scenario
Break, heart, break
(Boy, you know you're gonna) fail, liver, fail
But if you can hear me complainin'
I'm neither dead or in jail
I think they finally towed my car
And I'm afraid of what tomorrow holds
And I don't wanna die in Greenpoint
I can't believe they towed my car
And I'm afraid of what tomorrow holds
And I feel like I'm gonna die in Greenpoint
Yeah, I think I'm gonna die in Greenpoint
Yeah, I know
I'm gonna go
With a head full of blow
In a Polish disco
In Greenpoint