Saint Huck Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Born of the river, 

Born of its ever-changing, 

Never-changing murky water 

Oh riverboat just rollin' along 

Through the great great greasy city 

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... HUCK 

woah-woah, woah woah! 

woah-woah, woah woah! 

Saint Huck! Huck! 

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Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck, 

down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity 

whistling his favorite river-song... 

And a bad-blind nigger at the piano 

Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long 

Huck senses somthing's wrong! 

Sirens wail in the city, 

and lil-Ulysses turn to putty 

and Ol Man River's got a bone to pick! 

and our boy's hardly got a bone to suck! 

He go, woah-woah, woah woah! 

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 

You know the story! 

Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug 

blowing smoke rings in some dive 

Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles 

Ya bull neck bristling... 

Still Huck he ventures on whistling, 

and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up, 

O woah woah woah! 

Saint Huck! 

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 recall the song ya used to sing-a-long 

Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer 

Life is but a dream! 

But ya traded 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 outa luck, ya outa luck 

Woah-woah-woah-woah 

Saint Huck! Huck! 

This is the track of deception 

leads to the heart of despair 

Huck whistles like he just don't care 

but in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber 

Lead pellets sleeps in there 

Wake Up! 

Now Huck whistles and he kneels 

and he lays down there 

See ya huck, good luck 

A smoke ring hovers above his head 

And the rats and the dogs and the men all come 

and put a bullet through his eye 

and the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin' 

And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him 

Woah-woah-woah-woah 

Woah-woah-woah-woah 

Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! 

Woah-woah-woah-woah 

Woah-woah-woah-woah 

Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! 

Woah-woah-woah-woah