Saint Huck lyrics

Artist  : Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds 
Song : Saint Huck
 


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