Besedila: Nick Cave & The Bad Seed. Saint Huck.

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