A
A
There's a million Jews in New York
F# E
And I'm one of them!
A
There's a million stars in the sky
F#
And a million cars on the west side highway
A F#
Back at home, I didn't feel this free
A F#
Up and down the boulevard, I could hear them scream
D A
"Hey faggot", "How much?",
D A
"I'm gonna kick your ass motherfucker"
F# B
But I held my head up high
D A
Let them suffocate + die
D E A
In their ordinary lives
A
There's two hundred punks in the park
F# E
And I'm one of them!
A
There's a place to go
F#
After all these years of feeling alone
A F#
Back at home, walking down the street
A
People pulled their kids aside
F#
Like I was some kind of disease
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D A
But as much as I tried to hide
D A
And plug my ears it hurts inside
D E A
It curled up and wounded my pride
A
There's a million Jews in New York
F# E
And I'm one of them!
A
There's a million stars in the sky
F#
And a million cars on the west side highway
A F#
As I ride, I can feel the street
A F#
Like a river(like a river), it flows rapidly
D A
Through the city, it propels
D A
Me towards a tragic, bloody crash oh well
F# B
An inch from death seems to be
D A
The only place to find some peace
D A
The only place to ride a bike and
D A E
Feel alive and find a sense of pride
A
And dignity
