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Lyrics for Its Hard To Be A Saint In The City by David Bowie:
| | | Artist: | David Bowie |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Its Hard To Be A Saint In The City | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 87 | | | | Lyrics: | I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but i
burst just like a super-nova
I could walk like brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a
casanova
With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet
Silver studs on my duds
just like a harley in heat
When i strut down the street i can hear its' heartbeat
The
sisters fell back and said "don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out
"penny, nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty
It's so
hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, mama, i could talk some
trash
I was the prince of the paupers, crowned down-town at the beggars' bash
I was a pimps
main prophet, i kept everything cool
Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lo..ose
And
when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
Devil appeared to me like jesus through
the steam in the street, an'
Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't
beat
And i felt his hot breath on my neck as i dove into the heat, and it's so hard to be a
saint when you're just a poor bo..oy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just
like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
They
ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you
can get hit up by the heat
When you get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you right
down in your seat
And your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then
you're out of that hole!, back on the street
And them south-side sisters, they sure look
pretty
And the cripple on the corner cries out "nick | | | |
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