Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Saint Huck
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 f..cks O o o ya onto luck, onto luck Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Huck!
