Saint Huck
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Born of the river,
Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water
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…
He go woah-woah, woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!
Straight into the arms of the city go Huck,
Down the beckoning streets of op-po-tunity
Huck whistles his favorite River-song…
And a bad-blind-nigger at the piano
Buts a sinister-bloo-lilt into that sing-a-long
Huck senses somethings 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 suck!
He go woah-woah, woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!
The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye
Watches the city streets contract,
Watched 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 you find your a thug
Cracking for knuckles in some dive,
Ya fingers hot and itchin, blowing smoke-rings
Ya bull neck bristling…
Still Huck he ventures on whistling
Death reckons Huckleberrys time is up,
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 remember the song ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol’ steamer
Life is just 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 sexy-cash
And the randy-cars
And the two dollar fucks
O o o ya outta luck, ya outta luck
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Huck!
