Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hustler, artist - Marc Almond. Album song Mother Fist And Her Five Daughters, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 02.10.2010
Record label: Some Bizarre -
Song language: English
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 friend 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 |