《It’s Hard to Be a Saint in the City》歌词

[00:00:00] It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City - Bruce Springsteen

[00:00:22] I had skin like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra

[00:00:29] I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

[00:00:36] I could walk like Brando right into the sun

[00:00:40] Then dance just like a Casanova

[00:00:45] With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet

[00:00:49] Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat

[00:00:52] When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat

[00:00:56] The sisters fell back and said

[00:00:58] Don't that man look pretty

[00:01:00] The cripple on the corner cried out

[00:01:01] Nickels for your pity

[00:01:03] Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty

[00:01:06] 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

[00:01:21] I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash

[00:01:28] I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool

[00:01:32] Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

[00:01:37] And when the heat came down it was left on the ground

[00:01:42] The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street

[00:01:45] Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat

[00:01:48] I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat

[00:01:51] It's so hard to be a saint

[00:01:53] When you're just a boy out on the street

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

[00:02:04] As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead

[00:02:07] They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread

[00:02:11] But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat

[00:02:14] You get up to get out at your next stop

[00:02:16] But they push you back down in your seat

[00:02:18] Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet

[00:02:21] Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

[00:02:25] And them South Side sisters sure look pretty

[00:02:28] The cripple on the corner cries out

[00:02:30] Nickels for your pity

[00:02:32] And them downtown boys they sure talk gritty

[00:02:35] It's so hard to be a saint in the city