Saint Huck

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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 s*ck!
 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 f*cks
 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