It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City-David Bowie

[ti:It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City] [ar:David Bowie] [al:Sound And Vision] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊) [00:24.26]I had skin like leather and [00:26.36]The diamond hard look of a cobra [00:32.10]I was born blue and weathered [00:34.33]But I burst just like a super nova [00:40.08]I could walk like Brando right into the sun [00:44.31]And dance just like a Casanova [00:50.17]With my black jack and jacket and [00:52.24]My hair slicked sweet [00:54.14]Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat [00:58.09]When I strut down the street [00:59.90]I can hear it's heartbeat [01:02.60]The sisters fell back and said [01:04.48]Don't that man look pretty [01:06.56]The cripple on the corner cried out Penny [01:09.29]Nickels for your pity [01:10.40]Them gasoline boys down town they sure talk gritty [01:14.06]It's so hard to be a saint in the city [01:24.04]I was the king of the alley mama [01:26.57]I could talk some trash [01:31.64]I was the Prince of the Paupers [01:34.13]Crowned down town at the Beggars Bash [01:39.65]I was a pimps main prophet I kept everything cool [01:43.77]Just a back street gambler with the luck to lo ose [01:49.59]And when the heat came down it was left [01:52.84]On the ground mama [01:54.34]Devil appeared to me like Jesus through [01:56.20]The steam in the street an [01:58.38]Showed me a hand that even [02:00.43]The cops couldn't beat [02:01.73]And I felt his hot breath [02:03.34]On my neck as I dove into the heat [02:05.61]And It's so hard to be a saint [02:08.10]When you're just a poor bo-oy out on the street [02:15.56]And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead [02:19.29]As the tracks clack out the rhythm [02:21.27]The eyes fixed straight ahead [02:23.43]They ride the line of balancing [02:25.38]Hold on by just a thread [02:27.25]Well it's too hot in these tunnels [02:29.31]You can get hit up by the heat [02:31.21]When you get up to get out at your next stop [02:33.52]But they push you right down in your seat [02:35.52]And your heart starts beating faster [02:37.33]As you struggle to your feet [02:38.91]Then you're out of that hole back on the street [02:43.05]And them south side sisters [02:45.35]They sure look pretty [02:47.56]And the cripple on the corner [02:49.39]Cries out Nickels for your pity [02:51.64]And them down town boys [02:53.46]They sure talk gritty [02:55.22]It's so hard to be a saint in the c c city