Bruce Springsteen — Its Hard to Be a Saint in the City Demo

[Verse] 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 Well, I walk like Brando right into the sun And dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver-star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat When I walk down the street, I could hear its heartbeat All the women fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty?" The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity" Them gasoline boys downtown, they sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city [Verse] Well, I was the king of the alley, I could talk trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the 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 The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street [Verse] And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread It's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat I get up to get out at the next stop, but they pushed out in the street Your heart starts beatin' faster as I struggle to my feet I get out of that hole and I'm back up on the street And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner knows I don't pay for no pity And them downtown boys they sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city