Текст песни Marc Almond - The Hustler
Marc Almond - The Hustler слова песни
Over thereIn the coldStands the HustlerHis eyes are oldHe has seen a million ugly scenesPlaces where men droop with mouldThe backroomsWhere soiled goods are soldSeen with opened eyes since frail fifteenHe has found it hard at firstBut on his brow there sits a curseFor when the young must sufferAt the hands of menMemories of Christmas pastWere never there to ever lastThings as were can neverBe againOver thereBy the wallStands the HustlerHe`s not very tallHe`s trampled by the jaded by the slyHe`s seen the darker side of menFirst fascinated and thenHe found his urge to laughAn urge to cryHe`ll find close friendsNo friend at allHe feels so lonely, tired and smallHow few are chosen fromThe golden callThere`s something in us all it seemsTo crave adventureHunt for dreamsBut corruption the seducer spoils our schemesAnd surely as the snow will meltThe HustlerGrabs his soul and heads for homeWith lessons learnt under his beltOver thereBy the wallStands the HustlerWith the men of lawOn either side to flank the sallow youthBut some of us will never learnIt takes the blow of fists to burnHow painfully we suffer for the truth