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The Bridge From Queens lyrics
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Intro
From the brick and the gravel to the skyline gold A story of the borough that never gets old Roosevelt Avenue, the screech of the steel I’m the only one left who remembers the feel
Verse 1
Started in the alleyways of old Queens town The outer-borough kid never backed it down Looking ‘cross the river at the towers of glass Learning how the hustle makes the energy last The red and blue suit’s under silk and the tie A spider in a penthouse where the eagles fly Fast-talking swagger with a chip on the bone Trying to build an empire and call it my own
Pre-chorus
They say a spider has a short shop life But I’m still cutting through the noise like a knife Reflexes shifting, but the instinct is deep While the rest of the city is falling asleep
Chorus
I’m still amazing in the winter sun The marathon hero who’s starting to run They say I’m a ghost on a Roosevelt track But the King of the Queens is never going back
Verse 2
The joints start to creak like an old fire escape Stitching up the mask with a little more tape Seventy winters in the New York cold Dealing with the truth that the legends grow old The spider-sense tingles at the news-cycle roar I’m moving the battle to the boardroom floor That ten percent slowdown is the margin of fear But I’m louder and bolder than I was last year
Bridge
The bank robbers changed into ghosts in the air The villains are everywhere, but nobody’s there A war of the words and a war of the views While I’m walking the line in my Italian shoes
Verse 3
The lion in the winter knows the traps in the floor I don’t have to flip off the roof anymore The man who climbed walls is the one building them A grit-covered crown with a blood-spattered gem They look at the screen and they choose a side But they can’t find a place for the hero to hide The pavement is hard but I’m hardened by time The summit is mine and I’m finishing the climb
Chorus
I’m still amazing in the winter sun The marathon hero who’s starting to run They say I’m a ghost on a Roosevelt track But the King of the Queens is never going back
Bridge
The screech of the Seven, the Queensboro lights I’m the ghost of the city and the lord of the heights Refusing to fade, refusing the sleep The promises made are the ones that I keep
Chorus
I’m still amazing in the winter sun The marathon hero who’s starting to run They say I’m a ghost on a Roosevelt track But the King of the Queens is never going back
Outro
Still swinging from the towers made of gold A spider’s heart that never will be sold From the bridge to the borough, the story remains I’m the king of the hustle, the blood in the veins
Inside the recording
From the brick and the gravel to the skyline gold A story of the borough that never gets old
They say a spider has a short shop life But I’m still cutting through the noise like a knife
Still swinging from the towers made of gold A spider’s heart that never will be sold
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