The Thirty-Third of August Lyrics

Today there's no salvation band's packed up and gone
I'm left standing with my penny in my hand
Down at railroad station a blind man sings his song
I think he sees things I don't understand.

It's the thirty-third of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Finds me Saturday bound.

I stumbled through the darkness tumble to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Wound up in a squad car busted down for vacancy
Outside my cell it's sure as hell looks just like rain.

It's the thirty-third of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Finds me Saturday bound.

I've put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
Killed my violent nature with a smile
Let the demons danced and sang their songs within my fevered brain
Not all my God like thoughts were defiled.

It's the thirty-third of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Finds me Saturday bound.