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 nine 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
This room cost two thousand dollars 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
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
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 wh#res 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 wanna fly from the dirty boulevard
I wanna fly from the dirty boulevard
I wanna fly, fly, fly, fly from the dirty boulevard
Fly away
I wanna fly away
Fly away
I wanna fly, fly, fly away
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
From the dirty boulevard
From the dirty boulevard
I wanna fly
From the dirty boulevard
Fly, fly, fly
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