Testo The Hustler – Marc Almond

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Testo della canzone The Hustler di Marc Almond
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Marc Almond – The Hustler

Over there in the cold
Stands the hustler his eyes are old
He has seen a million
Ugly scenes
Places where men droop with mould
The backrooms where soiled goods are sold
Seen with opened eyes
Since frail fifteen

He has found it hard at first
But on his brow there sits a curse
For when the young must suffer
At the hands of men

Memories of Christmas past
Were never there to ever last
Things as were can never
Be again

Over there by the wall
Stands the hustler, he’s not very tall
He’s trampled by the jaded
By the sly

He’s seen the darker side of men
First fascinated and then
He found his urge to laugh
An urge to cry

He’ll find close friends, no friends at all
He feels so lonely, tired and small
How few are chosen from
The golden call

There’s something in us all it seems
To crave adventure, hunt for dreams
But corruption the seducer
Spoils our schemes

And surely as the snow will melt
The hustler grabs his soul and heads
For home with lessons learnt
Under his belt

Over there by the wall
Stands the hustler with the men of law
On either side to flank the
Sallow youth

But some of us will never learn
It takes the blow of fists to burn
How painfully we suffer
For the truth

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