You were the freak king of the piercing shop
All the girls thought they could sing
But they're really not shit
I don't get it

You're looking like a man
You're talking like a baby
How the fuck is your song in a Coke commercial, crazy?
I don't get it
Your taste once exquisite

What happened to Brooklyn
What happened to New York?
What happened to my scene
What happened to punk rock, rock?

You called me the queen of the downtown scene, babe
How the fuck would you go switch it up and then replace me?
I don't get it, I'm so legit

Tell me was it 'cause I wasn't platinum and jewels?
That perhaps you thought I was a little bit even uncool
Kid, was that it?

Stefani, you suck, I know you're selling twenty million
Wish they could have seen you when we booed you off in Williamsburg
You're hurt, I know my words don't hurt, yeah

Oh, girl, I see you walking 'round in your pearls
Thinking that you're number one
You're so funny, 'cause honey, you're not

What happened to Brooklyn, the last frontier?
They said you could make it anywhere if you can make it here
But, where?
No magic in the air?

What happened to Brooklyn
What happened to our scene, baby?
Have we all gone Gaga crazy?
Remember when the streets used to be dangerous and we were born bad
And we were born bad?

Punk rock, punk rock

The boys used to punch each other in the face
and girls were walking around wasted
And everybody had a good night
Come back in the sunlight

Punk rock, rock

Rock