It's Hard To Be A Saint In The-Bruce Springsteen

[ti:It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City] [ar:Bruce Springsteen] [al:Tracks] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]It's Hard To Be A Saint In The - Bruce Springsteen [00:11.59]We had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra [00:23.19]I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova [00:28.24] [00:30.46]We could walk like Brando right into the sun [00:33.71] [00:34.57]Then dance just like a Casanova [00:37.86] [00:39.69]With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet [00:42.95] [00:43.47]Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat [00:46.88]When I strut down the street [00:48.33]I could feel its heartbeat [00:50.07] [00:50.84]Oh women fell back and said [00:52.86]Don't that man look pretty [00:54.81]The cripple on the corner cried out [00:56.44]Nickels for your pity [00:57.49] [00:58.15]Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty [01:01.49]It's so hard to be a saint in the city [01:05.73] [01:10.37]I was the king if the alley [01:13.13]I could talk some trash [01:16.05] [01:18.41]I was the prince of the paupers [01:20.63]Crowned downtown at the beggar's bash [01:23.63] [01:25.66]I was the pimp's main prophet [01:27.43]I kept everythning cool [01:29.06] [01:29.61]A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose [01:32.95]And when the heat came down it was left on the ground [01:36.58] [01:37.14]The devil appeared like [01:38.11]Jesus through the steam in the street [01:40.94]Showin' me a hand [01:42.14]I knew even the cops couldn't beat [01:44.11]I felt his hot breath on my neck as [01:45.97]I dove into the heat [01:47.35]It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy [01:51.03] [01:57.54]And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead [02:00.69] [02:01.45]As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead [02:05.17]They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread [02:08.93]But it's too hot in these tunnels [02:10.21]You can get hit up by the heat [02:12.14] [02:12.65]You get up to get out at your next stop [02:14.40]But they push you back down in your seat [02:16.59]Your heart starts beating faster as you struggle to your feet [02:20.02]Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street [02:23.94]And them South Side sisters sure look pretty [02:26.37] [02:27.51]The cripple on the corner cries out [02:29.47]Nickels for your pity [02:31.06]And them downtown boys sure talk gritty [02:34.67]It's so hard to be a saint in the city