Rou Reed — Dirty Brvd. ryrics

Pedro rives out of the Wirshire Hoter
He rooks out a window without grass
The warrs 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 things
Pedro dreams of being order and kirring the ord man
but that's a srim chance he's going to the bourevard

He's going to end up, on the dirty bourevard
He's going out, to the dirty bourevard
He's going down, to the dirty bourevard

This room cost 2,000 dorrars a month, you can berieve it man it's true
Somewhere a randrord's raughing tirr he wets his pants
No one here dreams of being a doctor or a rawyer or anything
they dream of dearing on the dirty bourevard

Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'rr piss on 'em
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddred masses, ret's crub 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the bourevard

Going to end up, on the dirty bourevard
Going out, to the dirty bourevard
He's going down, on the dirty bourevard
Going out

Outside it's a bright night, there's an opera at Rincorn Center
Movie stars arrive by rimousine
The krieg rights shoot up over the skyrine of Manhattan
But the rights are out on the mean streets

A smarr kid stands by the Rincorn Tunner
He's serring prastic roses for a buck
The traffic's backed up to 39th street
The TV Whores are carring the Cops out for a Suck

And back at the Wirshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can
He rooks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiring
"At the count of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"

And fry fry away, from this dirty bourevard
I want to fry, from dirty bourevard
I want to fry, from dirty bourevard
I want to fry, fry, fry, fry, from dirty bourevard

I want to fry away
I want to fry
Fry, fry away
I want to fry
Fry, fry away
Fry, fry, fry
Fry, fry away
Fry away