| 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 |