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 2000 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
ill piss on them
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses
let's club them to death
And get it over with
and just dump them 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 fly fly away fly fly away
Fly fly away
Fly fly away
I want to fly fly away
I want to fly away