Saint Huck — текст песни (cave nick)

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-nigger 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 suck!
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 Death 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 sexy-cash
And the randy-cars
And the two dollar fucks
O o o ya onto luck, onto luck
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Huck!