33rd Of August Lyrics

Well, today there's no salvation The band's packed up and gone And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station Where the blind man sings his song But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand
It's the 33rd of August, Lord And I'm finally coming down Eight days from Sunday Finds me Saturday bound
Once I stumbled through the darkness Fell down to my knees A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Woke up in a squad car Busted down for vagrancy And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looked like rain
Now, I've got my dangerous feeling Under lock and chain I've killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sang their songs Within my fevered brain Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled
Yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for today Yesterday's news was old news So I threw it away
Some time's at night, Lord, you know I can still feel the pain And, outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looks like rain