作词 : Lou Reed 作曲 : Lou Reed Pedro lives out of Wilshire Hotel Looks out a window without glass Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet The old man beats him 'cause he 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 beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older killing the old man Slim chance he's going to the boulevard He gonna get in, to the dirty boulevard I'm gonna get out, to the dirty boulevard Going down, to the dirty boulevard, get it on This room cost two thousand dollars a month You believe it baby, it's true Somewhere there is a landlord living that wets his pants, wets his pants No one dreams of being a doctor or lawyer or anything They just dream of dealing on the boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor piss on 'em That's what the statue of bigotry says All you poor huddled masses Why don't you just go club 'em to death? Get it over with Dump 'em on the boulevard, and get it out now I'm going 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 [Incomprehensible] Small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel Selling plastic roses for a buck Traffic's backed up to Thirty-Ninth 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 fly, fly away I wanna fly from this dirty boulevard Fly, fly, I wanna get outta, get outta, get outta here Fly fly, fly away Fly fly, fly away Fly fly, fly away I wanna fly, fly, fly I wanna fly, fly, fly Fly away {Thank you and good night}
作词 : Lou Reed 作曲 : Lou Reed Pedro lives out of Wilshire Hotel Looks out a window without glass Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet The old man beats him 'cause he 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 beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older killing the old man Slim chance he's going to the boulevard He gonna get in, to the dirty boulevard I'm gonna get out, to the dirty boulevard Going down, to the dirty boulevard, get it on This room cost two thousand dollars a month You believe it baby, it's true Somewhere there is a landlord living that wets his pants, wets his pants No one dreams of being a doctor or lawyer or anything They just dream of dealing on the boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor piss on 'em That's what the statue of bigotry says All you poor huddled masses Why don't you just go club 'em to death? Get it over with Dump 'em on the boulevard, and get it out now I'm going 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 [Incomprehensible] Small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel Selling plastic roses for a buck Traffic's backed up to Thirty-Ninth 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 fly, fly away I wanna fly from this dirty boulevard Fly, fly, I wanna get outta, get outta, get outta here Fly fly, fly away Fly fly, fly away Fly fly, fly away I wanna fly, fly, fly I wanna fly, fly, fly Fly away {Thank you and good night}
