* Crying ~ Roy Orbison ~Crying
* These Days ~ Foo Fighters ~ Wasting Light
* The Drugs Don't Work ~ The Verve ~ Urban Hymns
* Mr. Blue Sky ~ Weezer ~ Weezer
* Today's The Day ~ Aimee Mann ~ Lost In Space
* Somebody Help Me ~ Otis Brown ~ Southside Chicago
* Let's Get It On ~ Marvin Gaye ~ What's Going On
* Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood ~Nina Simone ~Broadway Blues Ballads
* Fall To Pieces ~ Velvet Revolver ~ Contraband
* Almost Hear You Sigh~ The Rolling Stones ~ Steel Wheels
* Stay With Me ~The Walker Brothers ~ Scott Walker & The Walker Brothers
* It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City ~ Bruce Springsteen ~ Greetings Fron Asbury Park
It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City~ Greetings From Asbury Park
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, Mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers, crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you back in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
And then South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"
And then downtown boys, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city