Sunday, 19 July 2015

Hard to Be a Saint

I was the king of the alley, mama i could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggars bash
I was the pimps' main prophet, i kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down and it was left on the ground
Devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand i knew even the cops couldn't beat

Hard to be a Saint
Bruce Springsteen

Andreas Feininger
NYC 1945

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