Dirty Boulevard lyrics

Pedro lives at hte Wilshire Hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard
He`s got 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
Maybe killin` 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 goin` out on the dirty boulevard
He`s goin` down to the dirty boulevard

This room costs Two Thousand dollars a month
You can believe it man
Somewhere a landlord`s laughin`
`Til 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 you poor
I`ll piss on `em
That`s what the statue of bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses
Let`s club `em to death
Get it over with,
Just dump `em on the dirty boulevard

Get `em out on the dirty boulevard
They`re goin` out to the dirty boulevard
Going down to the dirty boulevard
Goin` out

Outside it`s a bright night
There`s an opera at the Lincoln Centre
Movie stars arrive by limousine
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 sellin` cheap plastic roses for a buck
The traffic`s backed up to Thirty Ninth street
And the T.V. whores are callin` the cops out for a suck
Back at the Wilshire
Pedro sits there dreaming
He`s found a book of magic in a garbage can
He looks at the window and stares at the cracked ceiling
At the count of three, he says
I hope I can disappear

And fly away from this dirty boulevard
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