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