Songtext Dirty boulevard Lou Reed

Dirty boulevard

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire HotelHe 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 begHe's got 9 brothers and sistersThey're brought up on their kneesIt's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the things
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old manbut that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevardHe's going to end up, on the dirty boulevardHe's going out, to the dirty boulevardHe'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 anythingthey dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'emThat's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to deathand get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Going to end up, on the dirty boulevard
Going out, to the dirty boulevardHe's going down, on the dirty boulevard
Going out
Outside it's a bright night, there's an opera at Lincoln CenterMovie stars arrive by limousine
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of ManhattanBut the lights are out on the mean streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln TunnelHe'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 SuckAnd back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreamingHe'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