Album Name : Dreaming In Hells Kitchen
Release Date : 2004-02-20
Song Duration : 5:21
Prodigals Dreaming In Hell's Kitchen
(chorus:)
Of passion, love, and bravery
A brown bag lunch, and a mug of tea,
Through gates of horn and ivory,
We?re dreaming in Hell?s Kitchen.
A pugnacious politician in his armor-plated suit
Propitiates the wealthy while he fiddles with his flute
He?s crusader, Alexander, and Napolean to boot
He?s seeking fresh objectives on the borders of the
Kitchen
So there?s this one and there?s that one,
Gracie Mansion & the ?Street,
Denouncing some poor devil who has nothing left to eat,
And he?s not allowed to sleep here so he?d best stay on
his feet
For we care so much about him that we?ll kick him from
the Kitchen.
There?s many on the breadline who never tried to fight
And there?s many that have earned their bread
by working day and night
But with all their sweat and labor was there chance
that saw them right
While a hazard of the dice left the others by the
kitchen?
He stinks and he?s a drunkard, that bum we just passed
by
And I think but for the grace of God that likewise
there go I
And the buck inside his cup is less compassion for a
sigh
Than libation when I?m dreaming in Hell?s Kitchen.
