Hell's Kitchen

The sidewalk whispers, "I told you so."

The street says, "What if you did?"

So maybe he walked into a knife

because he wasn't watching his step

and his watch, it keeps on ticking

though he's got no more time to tell.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of Hell's Kitchen.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of hell.

Don't get caught it what's cooking

down at 8th Avenue and 51

because you won't read any poetry

in the eyes of the man with a gun --

just one more junkie fixing

for a place on that cool basement shelf.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of Hell's Kitchen.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of hell.

From the frying pan to the fire,

from Rudy's Bar to the west end docks,

the angels have all got their prices

and you can buy anything that's hot.

Just keep your both eyes open, mister,

when you deal with the devil himself.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of Hell's Kitchen.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of hell.

The shadows sweat under the awnings

where they play cards with a line and a hook.

Just watch those demons in the yellow cars

or one of them will take your foot.

Everybody's got to make a living

if they've got to kill somebody else.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of Hell's Kitchen.

You can't take the heat,

you'd better get out of hell.

There's a lyric video of this song which you can find here, and you can get this track from Amazon here. The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on 8/15/09 - click here to watch that video.