It's Hard To Be A Saint
Bruce Springsteen Lyrics


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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 sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown 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 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

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
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you back 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 then South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"




And then downtown boys, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

Overall Meaning

Bruce Springsteen's song "It's Hard To Be A Saint in the City" is a song that is somewhat of a character study. It describes the life of a young man trying to make his way in the city streets. The first verse describes his appearance, which is tough and formidable. He exudes an air of danger and confidence. He catches the attention of women and beggars alike. However, despite his tough exterior, he finds it hard to resist the allure of sin. He is ultimately succumbing to its temptation, and the devil seems to gain the upper hand over him.


The second verse portrays the man in a slightly different light. While he is still powerful, he is also seen as a pimp's right-hand man. He keeps calm and collected in the face of danger, and he is able to think on his feet. However, his luck runs out, and he is forced to confront his own mortality. A devil-like figure seems to tempt him, and the young man feels his powerlessness. He is again drawn into sin and danger.


The final verse provides some hope for the young man. He sees the people around him, riding the subway like automatons, dead to the world. He yearns to escape this robotic way of life, this cycle of sin and danger. He eventually manages to claw his way out of the subway tunnels, back into the open air of the city streets. He sees the beauty around him and hopes to start a new life, where he can be a saint and resist temptation.


Line by Line Meaning

I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I had tough skin and a cold, intimidating demeanor.


I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I had a rough start in life but eventually exploded into something great.


I could walk like Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
I had swagger and confidence, able to take on any challenge and charm anyone.


With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds, just like a Harley in heat
I dressed like a tough guy, with a leather jacket, slicked back hair, and flashy accessories.


When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
I had an irresistible presence, commanding attention and admiration wherever I went.


The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity" Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
Women were drawn to me while others saw me as a target for charity or ridicule. Men in rough neighborhoods were always talking tough.


It's so hard to be a saint in the city
It's difficult to be virtuous and good-hearted in a challenging, rough environment.


I was the king of the alley, Mama, I could talk some trash
I ruled the streets, with a mouth to match my tough reputation.


I was the prince of the paupers, crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
Despite being poor, I had a certain charm and charisma that earned me recognition and respect.


I was the pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
I was a smooth operator, able to keep things under control in a dangerous trade. But I still took risks and wasn't always lucky.


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
When things got tough, I was left on my own. I encountered some dark forces and made a risky decision. I felt the weight of my actions, but pushed forward anyway.


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
The subway riders seem lifeless, going through the motions of daily life with little hope or joy. They're barely hanging on.


But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you back 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
The subway is uncomfortable and dangerous, but people keep going in circles. Sometimes it's hard to break out, but when you do, you feel free.


And then South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity" And then downtown boys, they sure talk gritty
People's appearances and attitudes haven't changed much. Women still look good, those who need help still beg, and rough men still talk tough.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bruce Springsteen

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