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It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City (Live at the Roxy Theatre, W. Hollywood, CA - July 1978)

Bruce Springsteen1987年1月21日

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 its 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 of 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 straight ahead

 

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

 

Then 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 sure talk gritty

 

It's so hard to be a saint in the city

 

***歌詞來自第三方***