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Saint huck

by Nick Cave

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Born of the river,
Born of its ever-changing,
Never-changing murky water
Oh riverboat just rollin´ along
Through the great great greasy city
Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck
If ya wanna catch a Saint,
then bait ya hook, let´s take a walk...

´O come to me!, O come to me!´ is what the dirty city
say to Huck... HUCK

woah-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-tunity
whistling his favorite river-song...
And a bad-blind nigger at the piano
Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long
Huck senses somthing´s wrong!

Sirens wail in the city,
and lil-Ulysses turn to putty
and Ol Man River´s got a bone to pick!
and our boy´s 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 eye
watches the city streets contract
twist and cripple and crack.
Saint Huck goes on a dog´s-leg now
Saint Huck goes on a dog´s-leg now

You know the story!
Ya wake up one morning and you find you´re a thug
blowing smoke rings in some dive
Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles
Ya bull neck bristling...
Still Huck he ventures on whistling,
and Death reckons Huckleberry´s time is up,
O woah woah woah!
Saint Huck!
O woah woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!

Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an´ wallet gone
Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton
No wonder he gets thinner,
What with his cold´n´skinny dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis
O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol´ steamer
Life is but a dream!

But ya traded in the Mighty ol´ man River
for the Dirty ol´ Man Latrine!
The brothel shift
The hustle´n´the bustle and the green-backs rustle
And all the sexy-cash
And the randy-cars
And the two dollar fucks
O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Huck!

This is the track of deception
leads to the heart of despair
Huck whistles like he just don´t care
but in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber
Lead pellets sleeps in there
Wake Up!

Now Huck whistles and he kneels
and he lays down there
See ya huck, good luck
A smoke ring hovers above his head
And the rats and the dogs and the men all come
and put a bullet through his eye
and 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-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck!
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck!
Woah-woah-woah-woah
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