Kevin chords by Joe Iconis

Intro:
C Bb

Verse:
C
Good morning, Fort Green
        Dm          Bb
You're looking blah as ever
   C
My daily routine
   Dm         Bb
Is all such an endeavor
C
Work and then back
Dm          Bb
Partying in Park Slope
C

He gives my ass a smack
Dm                Bb
I roll my eyes and bark "No" ("Not gonna happen.")

Pre-chorus:
    F                     C         D
He got his hoodie at the Fulton Flea
     F                 Fm       D
Like every other d-bag next to me
      F
I see ironic patches
       G
And my soul detaches

Chorus:
      C             E
'Cuz I can't feel a thing anymore
Am             Ab
I can't feel a thing anymore
     C              D    G
It's all been done before
     C             E
And everything's a horrible bore
    Am          Ab
And living is a terrible chore
    C
You know that it's true
                F            Ab       C
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore

Instrumental:
C  Bb

Verse:
C
I go for a walk
  Dm          Bb
I try to get inspired
        C
I see a neighbor; we talk ("What's going on? Oh, that's so crazy! Wow.")
   Dm             Bb
It only makes me tired

pre-chorus:
   F                     C       D
It didn't always used to be this way
       F               Fm       D
Remember how I felt on Move-In Day
        F
I was so young and connected
        G
Now I'm just unaffected

Chorus:
    C             E
'Cuz I can't feel a thing anymore
Am             Ab
I can't feel a thing anymore
     C              D    G
It's all been done before
     C             E
And everything's a horrible bore
    Am          Ab
And living is a terrible chore
    C
You know that it's true
                F      Fm      Bb      C
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
                F      Fm      Bb      C
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore

Bridge:
   B             F
I think I need a change
          Em
I need to feel some Heaven
             C           Eb           F
I don't see fire and the flame and everybody looks the same
      Ab                           G C                  C
And I don't care where you were on 9/11 ("I mean you didn't even live in New York at the time so
   Bb
it- wasn't really a thing for you.")

Instrumental:
C Bb

Verse:
    C
It's totally late
          Bb
I see a woman on Atlantic
          C
Without a second of debate
              Bb
I grab her hair and she goes frantic
         C
I wrap my hands around her neck
            Bb
With all the passion I can rally
             C
We're by that club that's owned by Beck
       Bb
I dump her body in an alley

Pre-chorus:
  F                     C       D
I sweat a little bit but I'm still numb
       F                            C        D
It was kind of 'whatever' but it was mostly dumb
       F                    C         D
I walk home wondering what it all means
       F                                 G
Would I feel different if I lived in Queens?
   D
Oh, who's to say?
           G
It doesn't matter anyway...

Chorus:
    C             E
'Cuz I can't feel a thing anymore
Am             Ab
I can't feel a thing anymore
     C              D    G
It's all been done before
     C             E
And everything's a horrible bore
    Am          Ab
And living is a terrible chore
    C
You know that it's true
                F
There's nothing new to do-
                F
There's nothing new to do-
                F            Ab        C
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
                F            Ab Bb     C
There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore
                F            Ab Bb     C
There's nothing new to do in New York anymore
                F            Ab Bb     C
There's nothing new to do in America anymore
                F            Ab Bb     C
There's nothing new to do in the universe anymore!
    F
It's all been done before!
                F            Bb          C