Saint Huck Lyrics - Singles - 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-irty 

say to Huck... HUCK 

woah-woah, woah woah! 

Saint Huck! Huck! 

Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck, 

down the heckoning streets of op-po-tunity 

whistling 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 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 

Why, you know the story! 

Ya wake up one morning and ya find your a thug 

blowing 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 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 onto luck, onto luck 

Woah-woah-woah-woah 

Saint Huck! Huck!