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Dreaming In Hell's Kitchen Lyrics

Artist: The Prodigals
Album: Dreaming in Hell's Kitchen

(chorus:)
Of passion, love, and bravery
A brown bag lunch, and a mug of tea,
Through gates of horn and ivory,
Weâ‚¬â„¢re dreaming in Hellâ‚¬â„¢s Kitchen.

A pugnacious politician in his armor-plated suit
Propitiates the wealthy while he fiddles with his flute
Heâ‚¬â„¢s crusader, Alexander, and Napolean to boot
Heâ‚¬â„¢s seeking fresh objectives on the borders of the Kitchen
So thereâ‚¬â„¢s this one and thereâ‚¬â„¢s that one,
Gracie Mansion & the â‚¬ËœStreet,
Denouncing some poor devil who has nothing left to eat,
And heâ‚¬â„¢s not allowed to sleep here so heâ‚¬â„¢d best stay on his feet
For we care so much about him that weâ‚¬â„¢ll kick him from the Kitchen.

Thereâ‚¬â„¢s many on the breadline who never tried to fight
And thereâ‚¬â„¢s many that have earned their bread
by working day and night
But with all their sweat and labor was there chance that saw them right
While a hazard of the dice left the others by the kitchen?
He stinks and heâ‚¬â„¢s a drunkard, that bum we just passed by
And I think but for the grace of God that likewise there go I
And the buck inside his cup is less compassion for a sigh
Than libation when Iâ‚¬â„¢m dreaming in Hellâ‚¬â„¢s Kitchen.

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