Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Saint Huck Lyrics
Born of the river,Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky waterOh riverboat just rollin along through the great great greasy city huck standing like a saint, upon its deckIf ya wanna catch a saint,Then bait ya hook, lets take a walk...o come to me!, o come to me! is what the dirty citySay to huck... huckWoah-woah, woah woah!Woah-woah, woah woah!Saint huck! huck!Straight in the arms of the city goes huck,Down the beckonin streets of op-po-tunityWhistling his favorite river-song...And a bad-blind nigger at the pianoButs a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-longHuck senses somthings wrong!Sirens wail in the city,And lil-ulysses turn to puttyAnd ol man rivers got a bone to pick!And our boys hardly got a bone to suck!He go, woah-woah, woah woah!Woah-woah, woah woah!Saint huck! huck!The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eyeWatches the city streets contractTwist and cripple and crack.Saint huck goes on a dogs-leg nowSaint huck goes on a dogs-leg nowYou know the story!Ya wake up one morning and you find youre a thugBlowing smoke rings in some diveYa fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knucklesYa bull neck bristling...Still huck he ventures on whistling,And death reckons huckleberrys time is up,O woah woah woah!Saint huck!O woah woah woah!Saint huck! huck!Yonder go huck, minus pocket-watch an wallet goneSkin shrink-wraps his skeletonNo wonder he gets thinner, what with his coldnskinny dinners!Saint huck-a-saint elvis, saint huck-a-saint elvisO you recall the song ya used to sing-a-longShifting the river-trade on that ol steamerLife is but a dream!But ya traded in the mighty ol man riverFor the dirty ol man latrine!The brothel shiftThe hustlenthe bustle and the green-backs rustleAnd all the sexy-cashAnd the randy-carsAnd the two dollar *****sO o o ya outa luck, ya outa luckWoah-woah-woah-woahSaint huck! huck!This is the track of deceptionLeads to the heart of despairHuck whistles like he just dont careBut in the pocket of the jacket is a chamberLead pellets sleeps in thereWake up!Now huck whistles and he kneelsAnd he lays down thereSee ya huck, good luckA smoke ring hovers above his headAnd the rats and the dogs and the men all comeAnd put a bullet through his eyeAnd the drip and the drip and the drip of the mississippi cryin and saint huck hears his own mississippi just rollin by him woah-woah-woah-woahWoah-woah-woah-woahSaint huck! saint huck! saint huck!Woah-woah-woah-woahWoah-woah-woah-woahSaint huck! saint huck! saint huck!Woah-woah-woah-woah
