Pinhead Gunpowder - West side highway

There's a million Jews in New York ^A And I'm one of them! ^{F# E A}There's a million stars in the sky And a mi^F#llion cars on the west side highway

^ABack at home, I didn't feel this ^F#free ^AUp and down the boulevard, I^F# could hear them scream ^D"Hey faggo^At", "How much?", ^D"I'm gonna kick your ^Aass motherfucker" But I h^F#eld my head up h^Bigh Let them suff^Docate + d^Aie ^DIn their o^Erdinary li^Aves

^AThere's two hundred punks in the park And I'm one of them!^{F# E A}There's a place to go ^F#After all these years of feeling alone

^ABack at home, walking down the street^{F# A}People pulled their kids aside Like ^F#I was some kind of disease

^DBut as much as I tr^Aied to hide ^DAnd plug my ears it h^Aurts inside ^DIt curled up and wo^Eunded my pride ^A

^AThere's a million Jews in New York And I'm one of them! ^{F# E A}There's a million stars in the sky And a mil^F#lion cars on the west side highway

^AAs I ride, I can feel the street^{F# A}Like a river(like a river), it f^F#lows rapidly ^DThrough the city, it pr^Aopels ^DMe towards a tragic, bloody crash^A oh well

^F#An inch from death seems to b^Be ^DThe only place to find ^Asome peace ^DThe only place to ride ^Aa bike and ^DFeel alive and ^Afind a sense of p^Eride And di^Agnity