It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City-David Bowie

[00:24.50]I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra [00:32.40]I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova [00:40.40]I could walk like Brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a Casanova [00:50.50]With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet [00:54.57]Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat [00:58.43]When I strut down the street I can hear its' heartbeat [01:02.84]The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty" [01:06.90]The cripple on the corner cried out "Penny, nickels for your pity" [01:10.57]Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty [01:14.24]It's so hard to be a saint in the city [01:18.95] [01:24.22]I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash [01:32.04]I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash [01:39.76]I was a pimps main prophet, I kept everything cool [01:43.82]Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lo..ose [01:49.56]And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama [01:54.46]Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, an' [01:58.41]Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat [02:01.60]And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat [02:06.28]And It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor bo..oy out on the street [02:13.07] [02:15.67]And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead [02:19.52]As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead [02:23.34]They ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread [02:27.26]Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat [02:31.14]When you get up to get out at your next stop [02:33.31]But they push you right down in your seat [02:35.30]And your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet [02:38.87]Then you're out of that hole!, back on the street [02:42.63]And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty [02:47.37]And the cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity" [02:51.23]And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty [02:55.21]It's so hard to be a saint in the c..c..city [03:01.22]