The Thirty-Third Of August

[Verse 1] Well today there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone Left me standin' with a penny in my hand There's a big crowd at the station where a blind man sings his songs And he can see what I can't understand [Chorus] It's the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down Eight days from Sunday, Lord, I'm Saturday-bound [Verse 2] Once I stumble through the darkness, tumble to my knees A thousand voices screaming through my brain Woke up in the squad car, busted down for vagrancy And outside my cell, sure as hell, it looked like rain [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now I put my angry feeling under lock and chain I 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 [Chorus][x2]