The Thirty-Third of August

Lyrics

Well, today there's no salvation The band's packed up and gone Left me standin' with my penny in my hand There's a big crowd at the station Where a blind man sings his songs He can see what I can't understand It's the thirty-third of August And I am finally touchin' down Eight days from Sunday, Lord Saturday bound Eight days from Sunday, Lord And I'm Saturday bound Once I stumbled through the darkness Tumbled to my knees A thousand voices screamin' through my brain Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy And outside my cell it sure as hell It looks like rain It's the thirty-third of August And I am finally touchin' down Eight days of Sunday Saturday bound [Vocal stylings.] Now I've put my angry feelings Under lock and chain 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 And it's the thirty-third of August I am finally touching down Eight days from Sunday Saturday bound Eight days from Sunday, Lord And I'm Saturday bound