<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=58282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra<br>I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova<br>I could walk like Brando right into the sun<br>Then dance just like a Casanova<br>With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet<br>Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat<br>When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat<br>The sisters fell back and said don't that man look pretty<br>The cripple on the corner cried out nickels for your pity<br>Then downtown boys sure talk gritty<br>It's so hard to be a saint in the city<br>I was the king of the alley I could talk some trash<br>I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggars bash<br>I was the pimps main prophet I kept everything cool<br>A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose<br>And when the heat came down it was left on the ground<br>The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street<br>Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat<br>I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat<br>It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy<br>And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead<br>As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead<br>They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread<br>But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat<br>You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat<br>Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet<br>Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street<br>And them south side sisters sure look pretty<br>The cripple on the corner cries out nickels for your pity<br>And them downtown boys sure talk gritty<br>It's so hard to be a saint in the city</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bruce Springsteen, music by Bruce Springsteen - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=58282" data-title="It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City" data-description="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/Then dance just like a Casanova/With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked ..."></div> </div> </div>

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