Dreaming in Hell's Kitchen Songtext
von The Prodigals

Of passion, 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

Audacious politicians in their armour-plated suits
Officiate the wealthy while they fiddle with their flutes
They′re crusaders, Alexanders, they're Napoleons to boot
They're seeking fresh objectives on the borders of the kitchen

There′s this one and there′s that
One gracing the mansion on the street
Denouncing some poor devil who has nothing left to eat
And he's not allowed to sleep here so best they all his beat
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


Of passion, 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

There′s many of the breadline that never tried to fight
Many that have earned their bread by working day and night
And with all their sweat and labour was it chance that saw them right
While a hazard of the dice left the others by the kitchen

He stinks and he's a drunkard, the bum we just passed by
And I think but for the grace of God likewise there go I
And that buck inside his cup is less compassion 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

Of passion, 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