Brooklyn. Friday. Love. - The Midnight

Lyrics by：Tyler Lyle/Tim McEwan/Nikki Flores/Royce Whittaker

Composed by：Tyler Lyle/Tim McEwan/Nikki Flores/Royce Whittaker

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

The 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 back 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

Sing 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