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 + 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 hurts 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 flow 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
 

Anniversary Song

I drove a wedge between the day and night
My fear is casting a shadow
This guilt trip's driving down the street tonight
My spirit takes me through this avenue

The time has come today
But I stopped two blocks away
Someday I will return
To the ashes that I burned
To sing a song of love and sorrow

I was pummeled in this house of pain
But I survived the wars I waged
And I've screamed with all the spit
That's on the stage,
"This open heart is back tomorrow..."

The time has come today
But I stopped two blocks away
Someday I will return
To the ashes that I burned
To sing a song of love and sorrow
 

On The Ave.

We chased each other wet + soggy like a crashing wave
Grey + filthy in the gutter breaking all over the place
Down the Ave. in the pouring rain
Saying, even more! even more!

At the reservoir you impaled your wrist
On razor wire climbing the fence
I cut my thumb trying to
Climb into the blind-deaf school

We were a mess, bloody and half-undressed
In the shelter of the shadows of the Frisbie Street creek
A canopy of trees and leaves
With us hidden underneath

Time rolls over me
Time rushes over me
Why try to run so fast
It still passes you by

I had some friends, a psychotic couple
They had a room in a residential hotel
They fought in the bed
While we fucked on the floor

We'd only slept an hour together when
The manager set the place ablaze
I awoke to the smoke and flames
And had to kick down the door

Time rolls over me
Time rushes over me
Why try to run so fast
It still passes you by

Why talk about what could have been
Why walk around lost reliving moments
Why walk around at all
When it's easier to drive a car