Achtung!

Born of the river,
Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water
O riverboat just rolling 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!
Saint Huck! Huck!

Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck,
down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity
and a'whistling his favorite river-song...
And a bad-blind-nigger at the piano
Puts a sinister-bloo-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 got a bone to pick!
and our boys hardly got a bone to suck!
He go, woah-woah, woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!

The mo-o-o-ooon, 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!
You wake up one morning and ya find you're a thug
blowing smoke rings in some dive
Ya fingers hot and itchin', you're cracking your knuckles
Your bull neck bristling...
Still Huck he ventures on whistlin',

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 shrink wraps his skeleton
No wonder he gets thinner, what with his unskinny dinner!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis
And you recall that song you used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer
Life is but 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 yer outta luck o yer outta luck
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Huck!

This is a 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 pellet 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

O wah o wah, o wah o wah o-wah
O wah o wah, o wah o wah o-wah
O wah o wah oooooo, o wah o woo

Saint Huck!
Saint Huck!
Woahwahoooooo
Saint Huck!


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    General CommentA lot of spelling errors in this one.

    Also surprised there's no comments here yet, this might be one of Cave's most intense songs.
    Brassfinchon April 19, 2013   Link
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    General CommentTried to correct them a bit from what they were.
    Sharengeon September 10, 2014   Link

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