Mhmm mhmm mhmm too doo doo doo mhmm Well today there's no salvation 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 vacancy And outside my cell it's 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 It's the 33rd of August Lord...
Yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for today Yesterday's news was old news so I threw it away Sometimes at night Lord you know I can still feel the pain And outside my cell it sure as hell it looks like rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
