Dirty Blvd.

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 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 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 Get 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 a- fly-fly-fly way, ooohhh Fly-fly away I want to fly-fly away fly away I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away