Well today there´s no salvation, the band´s packed up and gone Left me standin´ with a penny in my hand There´s a big crowd at the station where a blind man sings his songs
And he can see what I can´t understand
It´s the thirty-third of August and I´m finally touching down Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I´m Saturday-bound
Once I stumble through the darkness, tumble to my knees A thousand voices screaming through my brain Woke up in the squad car, busted down for vagrancy And outside my cell, sure as hell, it looked like rain
It´s the thirty-third of August and I´m finally touching down Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I´m Saturday-bound
Now I put my angry feeling under lock and chain I hide my violent nature with a smile Though the demons dance and sing their songs within my fevered brain Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled
It´s the thirty-third of August and I´m finally touching down Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I´m Saturday-bound It´s the thirty-third of August and I´m finally touching down Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I´m Saturday-bound
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