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[00:20.46]I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
[00:26.70] I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
[00:32.79] I could walk like Brando right into the sun
[00:36.21] Then dance just like a Casanova
[00:40.44] With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
[00:43.83] Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
[00:46.65] When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
[00:49.98] The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
[00:52.89] The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
[00:55.44] Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
[00:58.86] It's so hard to be a saint in the city
[01:06.03] I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
[01:12.09] I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
[01:18.24] I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
[01:21.42] Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
[01:25.74] And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
[01:29.19] The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
[01:31.44] Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
[01:35.04] I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
[01:38.01] It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
[01:45.54] And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
[01:48.63] As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
[01:51.66] They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
[01:54.78] But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
[01:57.87] You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
[02:01.20] Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
[02:04.50] Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
[02:06.96] And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
[02:10.26] The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
[02:13.20] And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
[02:15.96] It's so hard to be a saint in the city