Pinhead Gunpowder - West Side Highway lyrics
[Pinhead Gunpowder - West Side Highway lyrics]
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
(Like a river) , it flows rapidly
Through the city, it propels
Me towards a tragic, bloody crash, oh well
An inch 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
(pride) and dignity
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
(Like a river) , it flows rapidly
Through the city, it propels
Me towards a tragic, bloody crash, oh well
An inch 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
(pride) and dignity