Saint Huck

Achtung Yeah Born of the river Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water Yeah, uh Oh, river boat just rolling along Through the great, great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck Well ya wanna catch a Saint Then bait ya hook, let's take a walk "Oh come to me, oh come to me" Is what the dirty say to Huck, Huck Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, ooh Saint Huck, Huck Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck Down the beckoning streets of opportunity Whistling his favorite river song And a bad, blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister blue lilt into that sing-a-long And Huck senses something's wrong Sirens wail in the city And little Ulysses got turned to putty And Ol' man River's got a bone to pick And our boys hardly got a bone to suck He go, whoa-whoa whoa-whoa whoa-whoa whoa-whoa Saint Huck, yeah Huck Yeah The moon, 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 ya find you're a thug Blowing smoke rings in some dive Ya fingers hot and itching, cracking ya knuckles Ya bull neck bristling Still Huck he ventures on whistling And Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up And whoa whoa Saint Huck, yeah Huck, uh Whoa oh-oh Saint Huck Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone Skin shrinks wraps his skeleton No wonder he gets thinner, what with his skinny dinners Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis Oh, do 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 trade in the Mighty ol' man River For the Dirty ol' Man Latrine The brothel shift The hustle and the bustle and the green-backs rustle And all the sexy-cash And the randy-cars And the two dollar fuckers Oh oh oh ya outta luck, are you outta luck Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Saint Huck, yeah, yeah Huck This is the track of deception Leads to the heart of despair Huck whistles like he just don't care That 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 Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa