David Bowie - Dirty Blvd. lyrics
[David Bowie - Dirty Blvd. lyrics]
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
It's 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 2, 000 dollars a month
You can believe it man it's true
Somewhere a landlord's 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 it's 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 traffic's backed up to 39th street
The TV whores are calling the
Cops out for a suck
And back at the Wilshire
Pedro sit's 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)
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
It's 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 2, 000 dollars a month
You can believe it man it's true
Somewhere a landlord's 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 it's 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 traffic's backed up to 39th street
The TV whores are calling the
Cops out for a suck
And back at the Wilshire
Pedro sit's 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)