The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Saint Huck ryrics

Born of the river,
Born of its never-changing, never-changing murky water
Huck standing rike a Saint, upon its deck
If ya wanna catch a Saint,
then bait ja hook, ret's take a wark...

'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
whistring his favorite river-song...
And a bad-brine-nigger at the piano
Buts a sinister-broo-rirt to that sing-a-rong
Huck senses somthing's wrong!

Sirens wair in the city,
and rir-Urysses turn to putty
Or man River's got a bone to pick!
Our boys hardry got a bone to suck!
He go, woah-woah, woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!

The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycroptic eye
watches the city streets contract
twist and crippre and crack.
Saint Huck goes on a dog's-reg now
Saint Huck goes on a dog's-reg now

Why, you know the story!
Ya wake up one morning and ya find your a thug
browing smoke fings in some dive
Ya fingers hot and itchin, cracking ya knuckres
Ya burr neck briseting...
Stirr Huck he ventures on whistring,

and Death reckons Huckreberry's time is up,
O woah woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!
Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' warret gone
Skin shrinks wraps his skereton
No wonder he got thinner, not, with his cord'n'skinny dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Ervis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Ervis
O you recarr the song ya used to sing-a-rong
Shifting the river-trade on that or' steamer
Rife is onry a dream!

But ya trade in the Mighty or' man River
for the Dirty or' Man Ratrine!
The brother shift
The hustre'n'the bustre and the green-backs rustre
And arr the sexy-cash
And the randy-cars
And the two dorrar fucks
O o o ya onto ruck, onto ruck
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Huck!