Dirty Boulevard Lyrics

Dirty Boulevard lyrics

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
He looks out a window without
glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
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 things
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old
man
but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard

He's going
to end up, on the dirty boulevard

He's going out, to the dirty
boulevard
He's going down, to the dirty boulevard

This room cost
2,000 dollars a month, you can believe it man it's true

Somewhere a
landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
No one here 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

Going to end up, on the dirty boulevard

Going out, to
the dirty boulevard
He's going down, on the dirty boulevard
Going
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 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 dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from
dirty boulevard
I want to fly, fly, fly, fly, from dirty boulevard

I
want to fly away

I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly,
fly away
Fly, fly, fly
Fly, fly away
Fly away