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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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