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Dirty Blvd. (肮脏的街道) (Live) - Lou Reed (娄.里德)
Written by：Lou Reed
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
He looks out a window without glass

And the walls are made of cardboard newspapers on his feet
And 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 out to the dirty boulevard
He's going down to the dirty boulevard
He's going out to the dirty boulevard
He's going down

This room cost $2000 a month
You can believe it man it's true
Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants

No one 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 'em out on the dirty boulevard
Goin' out to the dirty boulevard
They're going down on the dirty boulevard
Goin' 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

But the lights are out on the mean streets

But the lights are out on the mean streets

But the lights are out on the mean streets

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

The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck

The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
And back at the Wilshire Pedro sits there dreaming
He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can

He looks at the pictures
And stares up 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 the dirty boulevard
I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
Fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away

Fly fly fly away