《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 & The E Street Band

[00:00:20] I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra

[00:00:26] I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

[00:00:29] I could walk like Brando right into the sun

[00:00:36] Then dance just like a Casanova

[00:00:37] With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet

[00:00:43] Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat

[00:00:46] When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat

[00:00:49] The sisters fell back and said Don＇t that man look pretty

[00:00:53] The cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity

[00:00:55] Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty

[00:00:58] It＇s so hard to be a saint in the city

[00:01:06] I was the king of the alley mama I could talk some trash

[00:01:10] I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar＇s bash

[00:01:18] I was the pimp＇s main prophet I kept everything cool

[00:01:21] Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

[00:01:24] And when the heat came down it was left on the ground

[00:01:29] The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street

[00:01:32] Showin＇ me a hand I knew even the cops couldn＇t beat

[00:01:35] I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat

[00:01:38] It＇s so hard to be a saint when you＇re just a boy out on the street

[00:01:46] And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead

[00:01:48] As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead

[00:01:51] They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread

[00:01:54] But it＇s too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat

[00:01:58] You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat

[00:02:01] Your heart starts beatin＇ faster as you struggle to your feet

[00:02:03] Then you＇re outa that hole and back up on the street

[00:02:06] And them South Side sisters sure look pretty

[00:02:10] The cripple on the corner cries out Nickels for your pity

[00:02:13] And them downtown boys sure talk gritty

[00:02:16] It＇s so hard to be a saint in the city