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Marc Almond - The Hustler

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(Almond)

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