Dirty Blvd. (Live at Wembley Arena, London, UK, 7/14/1989)

New York, we got these hotels where you put poor people

They're called welfare hotels

So, that's what this here song's about

It's called the "Dirty Blvd."

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel

Looks out a window without glass

The 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

It's hard to run when a coat hanger hits you on the thighs

Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man

That's a slim chance, he's going to the boulevard

He's going out to the dirty boulevard

Going down to the dirty boulevard

Get it out to the dirty boulevard

Going down

This room cost 2000 dollars a month, believe it, babe, it's true

Somewhere a landlord's laughing 'til he wets his pants

No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything

They 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

Your poor huddled masses, why don't we just go club 'em to death?

Get it over with and drop 'em on the boulevard

Get it out to the dirty boulevard

Going down to the dirty boulevard

Get it on to the dirty boulevard

Going down

Outside it's a bright night, there's an opera at Lincoln Center

The movie stars arrive by limousine

The klieg lights shoot up 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 for a suck

Back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming (get it, get it)

Found a book on magic in a garbage can (get it, get it)

Looks at the pictures, stares up at the cracked ceiling (get it, get it)

"By the count of three, baby, I hope I can disappear" (get it, get it)

And fly, fly away to the dirty boulevard

I wanna fly to the dirty boulevard

Fly away to the dirty boulevard

I wanna fly

I wanna fly

Fly, fly away

I wanna fly

Oh, baby, fly away

I wanna fly (fly, fly, fly away)

Fly away (fly, fly, fly away)

I want to fly (fly, fly, fly away)

Fly, fly away (fly, fly, fly away)

Fly away (oh, fly away, oh)

Fly away (fly away, oh)

Fly away (I'm gonna, yeah, I'm gonna)

Fly away (I'm gonna fly away, yeah, I'm gonna)

Fly away (fly away, oh, I'm gonna)

Fly away (oh, I'm gonna, gonna fly away)

I'm gonna fly away