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 sunThen 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 strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't
Black Lashes lyrics

I see a long wait.  I see a long wait ahead,
I permanently shiver in that long wait.
Her long black lashes the long black lashes I feel she won't
Move I said?And I am the knife in yo
 that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king if the alley I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everythning cool
A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the groun
All I Had Going Is Gone lyrics

The day that we met
I'll never forget
Was the luckiest day of my life
She took me so far
And I broke her heart
Now I'm sittin' here
With the simple truth
That tears me apart
All I ha
d
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
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in t
American Pie lyrics

A long long time ago 
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile 
And I knew if I had my chance 
That I could make those people dance 
And maybe they'd be happy for a 
hese tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you
back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city