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It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City

アーティスト:David Bowie  アルバム:Sound + Vision 

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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 supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun and dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack 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 could 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 downtown, they sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was a king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash I was a prince of the paupers, crowned downtown at the Beggars' Bash I was a pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose 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 And showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat


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