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!

Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck
Down the beckonin´ streets of opportunity
Whistling his favorite river-song...
And a bad-blind nigga at the piano
Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long
Huck senses something´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 itching, 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 outta luck, ya outta 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