It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City-Bruce Springsteen

[ti:It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City] [ar:Bruce Springsteen] [al:The Album Collection, Vol. 1 (1973 - 1984)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City - Bruce Springsteen [00:22.38]I had skin like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra [00:29.55]I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova [00:36.62]I could walk like Brando right into the sun [00:40.55]Then dance just like a Casanova [00:45.46]With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet [00:49.10]Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat [00:52.51]When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat [00:56.76]The sisters fell back and said [00:58.30]Don't that man look pretty [01:00.33]The cripple on the corner cried out [01:01.99]Nickels for your pity [01:03.30]Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty [01:06.32]It's so hard to be a saint in the city [01:14.63]I was the king of the alley mama I could talk some trash [01:21.78]I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash [01:28.88]I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool [01:32.67]Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose [01:37.73]And when the heat came down it was left on the ground [01:42.12]The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street [01:45.44]Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat [01:48.42]I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat [01:51.81]It's so hard to be a saint [01:53.38]When you're just a boy out on the street [02:00.42]And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead [02:04.08]As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead [02:07.62]They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread [02:11.04]But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat [02:14.74]You get up to get out at your next stop [02:16.63]But they push you back down in your seat [02:18.42]Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet [02:21.74]Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street [02:25.20]And them South Side sisters sure look pretty [02:28.84]The cripple on the corner cries out [02:30.81]Nickels for your pity [02:32.47]And them downtown boys they sure talk gritty [02:35.81]It's so hard to be a saint in the city