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DIRTY BOULEVARD
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DIRTY BOULEVARD,
Lou Reed
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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
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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
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