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

Its 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 its true

Somewhere a landlords 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

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 its 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 traffics 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 a

Fly fly fly

Way ooohhh

Fly fly away

I want to fly fly away

Fly away

I want to fly wow woh no fly away