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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 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! woah-woah, woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck!
Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck, down the beckonin` streets of op-po-tunity whistling his favorite river-song... And a bad-blind nigger at the piano Buts a sinister blooo 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`s got a bone to pick! and our boy`s hardly got a bone to suck! He go, woah-woah, woah woah! 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
You know the story! Ya 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, O woah woah woah! Saint Huck! 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 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 but a dream!
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 O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! 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 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 Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woah
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