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 [bad word] , "How much?",
                        "I'm gonna kick your [bad word] [bad word] 
                    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(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