The Prodigals - Dreaming In Hell's Kitchen lyrics

(chorus:) Of pa**ion, love, and bravery A brown bag lunch, and a mug of tea, Through gates of horn and ivory, We’re dreaming in Hell’s Kitchen. Pugnacious politicians in their armor-plated suits Propitiate the wealthy while they fiddles with their flutes They're crusaders, Alexanders, they're Napoleons to boot They're seeking fresh objectives on the borders of the Kitchen So there’s this one and there’s that one, Gracie Mansion & the ‘Street, Denouncing some poor devil who has nothing left to eat, And he’s not allowed to sleep here so he’d best stay on his feet For we care so much about him that we’ll kick him from the Kitchen. We care so much about him that we’ll kick him from the Kitchen. There’s many on the breadline who never tried to fight And many that have earned their bread By working day and night And with all their sweat and labor was a chance that saw them right While a hazard of the dice left the others by the kitchen? He stinks and he’s a drunkard, that bum we just pa**ed by And I think but for the grace of God, likewise there go I And the buck inside his cup is less compa**ion or a sigh Than libation for a dream when I’m dreaming in Hell’s Kitchen. Libation for a dream when I’m dreaming in Hell’s Kitchen.