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 in 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 everyone had a good night
Come back in sunlight
Punk rock
Rock, rock