David Bowie Lyrics
David Bowie Lyrics
"It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City Lyrics"
Undone And Sober Lyrics
I am knocked over Undone and sober You can kill me Watch and kill me How will I pick myself up again You've shat on my best feeling I stopped and called on out to my friends
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 super-nova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a Casanova
With my black-jack 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 can hear its' heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corne
Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash
I was a pimps main prophet, I kept everything cool
Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lo..ose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
Devil appeared to
Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat
And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor bo..oy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, y
When you get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you right down in your seat
And your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're out of that hole!, back on the street
And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty
And the cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the c..c..city
I am knocked over Undone and sober You can kill me Watch and kill me How will I pick myself up again You've shat on my best feeling I stopped and called on out to my friends
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 super-nova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a Casanova
With my black-jack 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 can hear its' heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corne
Drink Positive Lyrics
We changed the name of this song personally, and it's going out to schlum 'cause he's a great dude. Drink Positive Drink. Think I care what is happening? Sure I do, but I'm still laughing. World problems? We
r cried out "Penny, nickels for your pity"We changed the name of this song personally, and it's going out to schlum 'cause he's a great dude. Drink Positive Drink. Think I care what is happening? Sure I do, but I'm still laughing. World problems? We
Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash
I was a pimps main prophet, I kept everything cool
Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lo..ose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
Devil appeared to
Not The Same Lyrics
You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge's party And there you stayed 'till morning came And you were not the same after that You gave your life to Jesus Christ And after all your friends went home You came
me like Jesus through the steam in the street, an'You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge's party And there you stayed 'till morning came And you were not the same after that You gave your life to Jesus Christ And after all your friends went home You came
Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat
And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor bo..oy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, y
Darling,You Know I Wouldn't Lie Lyrics
Here I am late again for the last time And like I promised, I just told her goodbye Please believe me 'cause this time, it's really over And darling, you know I wouldn't lie Didn't I come and tell you about her How t
ou can get hit up by the heatHere I am late again for the last time And like I promised, I just told her goodbye Please believe me 'cause this time, it's really over And darling, you know I wouldn't lie Didn't I come and tell you about her How t
When you get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you right down in your seat
And your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're out of that hole!, back on the street
And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty
And the cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the c..c..city