Marc Almond The Hustler lyrics

Over there, in the cold
Stands the hustler, his eyes are old
He has seen a million ugly scenes
Places where men droop with mold
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