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Lou Reed - Dirty Blvd. lyrics
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 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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