Pinhead Gunpowder West Side Highway
There's a million Jews in New York
And I'm one of them
There's a million stars in the sky
And a million cars on the west side highway
Back at home, I didn't feel this free
Up and down the boulevard, I could hear them scream
"Hey faggot," "How much?,"
"I'm gonna kick your ass motherfucker"
But I held my head up high
Let them suffocate and die
In their ordinary lives
There's two hundred punks in the park
And I'm one of them!
There's a place to go
After all these years of feeling alone
Back at home, walking down the street
People pulled their kids aside
Like I was some kind of disease
But as much as I tried to hide
And plug my ears it hurt inside
It curled up and wounded my pride
There's a million Jews in New York
And I'm one of them!
There's a million stars in the sky
And a million cars on the west side highway
As I ride, I can feel the street
Like a river, it flows rapidly
Through the city it propels
Me toward a tragic, bloody crash oh well
An inch away from death seems to be
The only place to find some peace
The only place to ride a bike and feel alive
And find a sense of pride
And dignity
