Текст песни Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds -  Saint Huck   
                                        Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds -  Saint Huck слова песни 
                                    
                                    
                             
                            
                            
                                
     
 
                                                                     
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