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 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

And dignity