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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
Writer(s): Lou Reed
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