It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City 歌詞
It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City - Bruce Springsteen
I had skin like leather
And the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered
But I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket
And hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds
Like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street
I could feel it's heartbeat
The sisters fell back
And said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out
"Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king if the alley
Mama I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown
At the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet
I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down
It was left on the ground
The devil appeared like
Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew
Even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck
As I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint
When you're just a boy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit
Just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm
Their eyes fixed straightahead
They ride the line of balance
And hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels
You can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out
At your next stop but they push you
Back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster
As you struggle to your feet
You're outa that hole
And back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out
"Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city