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 !@$)got", "How much?"
"I'm gonna kick your $$# mother$#&@er"


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