Dirty Blvd.

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
 He looks out a window without glass
 And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
 And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg
 He's got 9 brothers and sisters
 They're brought up on their knees
 It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
 Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
 But that's a slim chance
 He's going to the boulevard
 He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard
 He's going out to the dirty boulevard
 He's going down to the dirty boulevard
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 This room cost $2, 000 a month
 You can believe it, man, it's true
 Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
 No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything
 They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
 Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I'll piss on 'em
 That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
 Your poor huddled masses
 Let's club 'em to death
 And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
 Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard
 Goin' out to the dirty boulevard
 They're going down on the dirty boulevard
 Goin' out
 
 Outside it's a bright night
 There's an opera at Lincoln Center
 Movie stars arrive by limousine
 The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
 But the lights are out on the mean streets
 A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
 He's selling plastic roses for a buck
 The traffic's backed up to 39th Street
 The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
 And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
 He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can
 He looks at the pictures
 And stares up at the cracked ceiling
 At the count of 3,he says
 I hope I can disappear
 And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard
 I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
 I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
 I want to fly-fly-fly-fly from the dirty boulevard
 I want to fly away
 I want to fly
 Fly, fly away
 I want to fly
 
 Fly, fly away
 Fly, fly away
 Fly, fly away
 Fly, fly away
 I want to fly