Saint Huck Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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 

Well, you wanna catch a Saint, then bait ya hook, let's take a walk 

Oh come to me, oh come to me 

Is what the dirty city say to Huck, Huck 

Saint Huck, Huck 

Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck 

Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity 

And a whistling his favorite river song 

And a bad blind nigger at the piano 

Puts a sinister blue lilt into that sing along 

Huck senses somthing's wrong 

Sirens wail in the city 

And little 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 goes 

Saint Huck, yeah Huck 

The moon, 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 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 

And Saint Huck, yeah Huck 

Saint Huck 

Yonder go Huck minus pocket watch an' wallet gone 

Skin shrink wraps his skeleton 

No wonder he gets thinner what with his cold and skinny dinners 

Oh, Saint Huck, a Saint Elvis Huck 

Saint Huck, a Saint Elvis Huck 

And you recall that song you used to sing along 

Shifting the river trade on that ol' steamer, life is but a dreamer 

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 

You outta luck, you outta luck 

Saint Huck, yeah, yeah, 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 you 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 old Mississippi just rollin' by him 

Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck 

Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck