He looks out a window without glass,
the walls are made of cardboard,
a newspaper's on his feet
because he's too tired to bed.
He's got nine brothers and sisters,
they're brought up on their knees,
Pedro dreams of being older,
but that's a slim chance,
he's going to the boulevard.
he's going down to the dirty
This room costs 2 ,000 a month,
you can believe it, man, it's true.
Somewhere a landlord's laughing
No one dreams of being a doctor
Give me your hungry, your tired,
your poor, I'll piss on them.
That's what the Statue of Bigotry
Your poor huddled masses,
let's club them to death.
and just dump them on the
Outside it's a bright night,
there's an op era at Lincoln Center,
movie stars arrive by limousine.
The Klieg lights shoot up
over the skyline of Manhattan,
but the lights are out on
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
And back to the wheelchair,
Pedro sits there dreaming
and stares up at the cracked ceiling
At the count of three he says,
From this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, fly, fly, fly
from here to the boulevard
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