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

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