Cave Nick Saint Huck Lyrics

Saint Huck Lyrics

Born of the river,
Born of its never-changing, never-changing murky
water
Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck
If ya wanna catch a
Saint,
then bait ja hook, let's take a walk...
'O come to me!, O come to
me!' is what the dirt-irty
say to Huck... HUCK
woah-woah, woah
woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!
Straight in the arms of the city goes
Huck,
down the heckoning streets of op-po-tunity
whistling his favorite
river-song...
And a bad-bline-nigger at the piano
Buts a
sinister-bloo-lilt to that sing-a-long
Huck senses somthing's
wrong!
Sirens wail in the city,
and lil-Ulysses turn to putty
Ol man
River's got a bone to pick!
Our boys hardly got a bone to suck!
He go,
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
Why, you know the story!
Ya wake up one morning and ya find your a
thug
blowing smoke fings in some dive
Ya fingers hot and itchin, cracking
ya knuckles
Ya bull neck briseting...
Still Huck he ventures on
whistling,
and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up,
O woah woah
woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!
Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet
gone
Skin shrinks wraps his skeleton
No wonder he got thinner, not, 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 only a dream!
But ya trade 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 onto
luck, onto luck
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Huck!