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
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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
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