Over the Pulaski Skyway   Down through the tunnel of love   A school bus in day glow colors   Filled with bygone hippie stuff   Don't laugh, your daughter might be inside   The officer laughs anyway   Don't ask, don't tell, it is just as well   You're heading for the Halloween parade      Here between the police barricades   They won't stop the Halloween parade   They won't paint the line green, the mayor isn't here   There won't be any cuts in aid   There won't be no military fanfare   But it has the blessings of several popes   Jesus carrying his own damn cross   Or carrying just enough rope      chorus:   Here on the Avenue of the Americas   Larger than life, behind makeup and mask   Everything America is afraid of   Is lost in a ritualized hell   All so the children won't ask   All so we won't have to tell      It's the yearly meeting of the never-minds   The artists and actors and clowns   On this night and this night only   It is the only show in town   We're all of your worst nightmares   We're all of your wildest dreams   The pagans and gays the specter of aids   In a riot of color and screams      It's the morning after the night before   Hanging with the leftover leaves   Deflated balloons and streamers   In the thin arms of the dying trees   There is an awkward silence   As awkward couples come and go   Looking sadly at this boulevard   Wondering if and when they'll know