Nick Cave - Saint Huck lyrics

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-n******g 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 s**! 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 d**h 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 s**y-cash And the randy-cars And the two dollar f**s O o o ya onto luck, onto luck Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Huck!