# From: jo94003@black.ox.ac.uk (G W Owen) {t:Dirty Boulevard} {st:Lou Reed} [G]Pedro lives [D]out of the [A]Wiltshire Ho[D]tel He looks out a [G]window without [D]glass[A][D] The [G]walls are made of ca[D]rdboard, news[A]papers on his fee[D]t His father beats him 'cos he's t[G]oo tired to [D]beg..[A][D] He's got 9 brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees Its hard to run when a coathanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man But thats a slim chance, he's going to the boulevard.. {c:Chorus} He's going to end up on the Dirty Boulevard He's going out on the Dirty Boulevard He's going down to the Dirty Boulevard [chords once through] This room cost $300 a day you can believe it man its true Somewhere a landlords 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 them That's what the statue of bigotry says Your poor huddled masses lets club 'em to death Get it over with and just dump 'em on The Boulevard {c:Repeat Chorus} Outside it a bright night there's an opera at Lincoln Centre And movie stars arrive by limousine The kleig light 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 traffics backed up to 39th Street The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck Back at the Wiltshire,Pedro sit there dreaming He's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares up at the cracked cieling "At the count of 3" he says "I hope I can disappear" And fly fly away.... {c:Repeat and fade} ======================================================== Dirty boulevard, de Lou reed ========================================================
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