Born of the river,
Born of its neverHuck standing like a Saint, upon its deck
If ya wanna catch a Saint,
then bait ja hook, let's take a walk.
'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirt
say to Huck. HUCK woahSaint Huck! Huck! Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck,
whistling his favorite riverdown the heckoning streets of opAnd a badButs a sinisterHuck senses somthing's wrong! Sirens wail in the city,
Ol man River's got a bone to pick!
and lilHe go, woahOur boys hardly got a bone to suck! Saint Huck! Huck!
The mowatches the city streets contract
twist and cripple and crack.
Saint Huck goes on a dog'sSaint Huck goes on a dog'sWhy, you know the story! Ya wake up one morning and ya find your a thug
Ya fingers hot and itchin, cracking ya knuckles
blowing smoke fings in some dive
Ya bull neck briseting.
and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up,
Still Huck he ventures on whistling,
O woah woah woah! Yonder go Huck, minus pocketSaint Huck! Huck!
Skin shrinks wraps his skeleton
No wonder he got thinner, not, with his cold'n'skinny dinners!
Saint HuckShifting the riverO you recall the song ya used to sing
Life is only a dream!
for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine!
But ya trade in the Mighty ol' man River
The brothel shift
The hustle'n'the bustle and the greenAnd all the sexyAnd the randyAnd the two dollar fucks
O o o ya onto luck, onto luck
WoahSaint Huck! Huck.
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