《It’s Hard To Be A Saint In The City》歌词

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I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra [00:00:24]

I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova [00:00:32]

I could walk like Brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a Casanova [00:00:40]

With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet [00:00:50]

Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat [00:00:54]

When I strut down the street I can hear its' heartbeat [00:00:58]

The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty" [00:01:02]

The cripple on the corner cried out "Penny, nickels for your pity" [00:01:06]

Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty [00:01:10]

It's so hard to be a saint in the city [00:01:14]

I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash [00:01:24]

I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash [00:01:32]

I was a pimps main prophet, I kept everything cool [00:01:39]

Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lo..ose [00:01:43]

And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama [00:01:49]

Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, an' [00:01:54]

Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat [00:01:58]

And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat [00:02:01]

And It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor bo..oy out on the street [00:02:06]

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead [00:02:15]

As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead [00:02:19]

They ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread [00:02:23]

Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat [00:02:27]

When you get up to get out at your next stop [00:02:31]

But they push you right down in your seat [00:02:33]

And your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet [00:02:35]

Then you're out of that hole!, back on the street [00:02:38]

And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty [00:02:42]

And the cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity" [00:02:47]

And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty [00:02:51]

It's so hard to be a saint in the c..c..city [00:02:55]

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