Lyrics - Saint Huck by 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-irtysay to
Huck...
HUCKwoah-woah, woah woah!
Saint
Huck!
Huck!
Straight in the arms of the city goes
Huck,down the heckoning streets of op-po-tunitywhistling 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 eyewatches the city streets contracttwist 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 thugblowing 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
Riverfor 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!

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