Dirty Boulevard

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
 And fly away from this dirty boulevard