Bruisey Brookie

Bruisey Brookie and Andy Warhol are always cruisin’ down the city streets

I see ‘em
From my window I’m writing it down
Cuz I heard they make green from pop art

Bruisey Brookie and Marylin Monroe are always doin’ their hair in public
Back in the studio, I see ‘em let it go
They’re throwin’ green around on pop art

I need caffeine
I need the street
Got a chance
For me to meet
A couture girl
A city queen
Does she do pills?
Does she drink?

Bruisey Brookie and yours truly are always drinkin’ on a blank canvas
But the blood on her knees
and the bruise on her cheek
are keepin’ me warm from pop art