Saint Huck Lyrics

Saint Huck lyrics

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 Saint Huck



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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