Biography:
Pinhead Gunpowder is an East Bay punk rock band consisting of Aaron Cometbus (drums, lyrics), Bill Schneider (bass), Billie Joe Armstrong (guitar, vocals) and Jason White (guitar, vocals).
Mike Kirsch (guitar, vocals) of Fuel (think Monuments to Excess) was in the band when they first formed in 1991, but eventually left, citing personal differences with Green Day (the band for which Billie Joe Armstrong is most famous).
The band's name comes
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There's a million Jews in New York
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And I'm one of them!
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There's a million stars in the sky
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And a million cars on the west side highway
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Back at home, I didn't feel this free
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Up and down the boulevard, I could hear them scream
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"Hey faggot", "How much?",
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"I'm gonna kick your ass motherfucker"
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But I held my head up high
D A
Let them suffocate + die
D E A
In their ordinary lives
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There's two hundred punks in the park
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And I'm one of them!
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There's a place to go
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After all these years of feeling alone
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Back at home, walking down the street
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People pulled their kids aside
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Like I was some kind of disease
D A
But as much as I tried to hide
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And plug my ears it hurts inside
D E A
It curled up and wounded my pride
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There's a million Jews in New York
F# E
And I'm one of them!
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There's a million stars in the sky
F#
And a million cars on the west side highway
A F#
As I ride, I can feel the street
A F#
Like a river(like a river), it flows rapidly
D A
Through the city, it propels
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Me towards a tragic, bloody crash oh well
F# B
An inch from death seems to be
D A
The only place to find some peace
D A
The only place to ride a bike and
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Feel alive and find a sense of pride
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And dignity
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There's a million Jews in New York
F# E
And I'm one of them!
A
There's a million stars in the sky
F#
And a million cars on the west side highway
A F#
Back at home, I didn't feel this free
A F#
Up and down the boulevard, I could hear them scream
D A
"Hey faggot", "How much?",
D A
"I'm gonna kick your ass motherfucker"
F# B
But I held my head up high
D A
Let them suffocate + die
D E A
In their ordinary lives
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There's two hundred punks in the park
F# E
And I'm one of them!
A
There's a place to go
F#
After all these years of feeling alone
A F#
Back at home, walking down the street
A
People pulled their kids aside
F#
Like I was some kind of disease
D A
But as much as I tried to hide
D A
And plug my ears it hurts inside
D E A
It curled up and wounded my pride
A
There's a million Jews in New York
F# E
And I'm one of them!
A
There's a million stars in the sky
F#
And a million cars on the west side highway
A F#
As I ride, I can feel the street
A F#
Like a river(like a river), it flows rapidly
D A
Through the city, it propels
D A
Me towards a tragic, bloody crash oh well
F# B
An inch from death seems to be
D A
The only place to find some peace
D A
The only place to ride a bike and
D A E
Feel alive and find a sense of pride
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And dignity
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