Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lou Reed
Lou Reed
Vocals
Fernando Saunders
Fernando Saunders
Bass
Tony Thunder Smith
Tony Thunder Smith
Drums
Mike Rathke
Mike Rathke
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lou Reed
Lou Reed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lou Reed
Lou Reed
Producer
Bill Fertig
Bill Fertig
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Darby
Jeremy Darby
Engineer
Mike Rathke
Mike Rathke
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel Looks out a window without glass Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet The old man beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got nine brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees Hard to run when a coat hanger hits you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older, killing the old man Slim chance, he's going to the boulevard Give it, give it again, to the dirty boulevard I'm gonna get out, to the dirty boulevard Going down to the dirty boulevard, get it out This room costs 2000 dollars a month, you believe it, baby, it's true Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing that he wets his pants (wets his pants) No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything They just dream of dealing on the boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I'll piss on 'em That's what the Statue of Bigotry says Oh, your poor huddled masses, why don't we just go club 'em to death? Get it over with, dump 'em on the boulevard And get it out (out) Goin' down Get it, get it, get it out Going down You ever had rage in your heart? You ever had some rage in your heart? You ever had rage in your heart? Have you ever had rage in your heart? Outside, it's a bright night, there's an opera, Lincoln Center The Klieg lights shoot out over the Manhattan skyline But the lights are out on the mean streets Small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel Selling plastic roses for a buck Traffic's backed up to 39th Street The TV whores are calling the cops out to get sucked Back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming Found a book on magic in a garbage can Looks at the pictures, looks up at the cracked ceiling "By the count of three, I'll get outta here" And fly away I wanna flay Fly away I want to fly From this dirty boulevard Fly, fly (fly away) I wanna get outta, get outta, get outta here (fly, fly, fly away) I want to fly (fly, fly, fly away) Fly, get, get-get, get-get, get, get-get (fly, fly, fly away) Get me outta here now, I'll fly, I'll fly, I'll fly away (fly, fly, fly away) Get me outta here, get out, get outta here (fly, fly, fly away) Get me, get me goin', get me, get me, get me goin' (fly, fly, fly away) Get me, get me, get me goin' (fly, fly, fly away), I, I, I, I, I, I (Fly, fly, fly away), fly, fly, fly, fly (Fly, fly, fly away) I'm flyin', I'm flyin', I wanna get, get it, get it (Fly, fly, fly away) fly, fly away I want to fly high Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly I wanna fly, fly, fly, fly Fly, fly away Thank you for the night
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