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Lord today, there's no salvation,
The band's packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny
In my hand
There's a big crowd at the station
Where the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they cant
Understand.

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

Once I stumbled through the darkness,
Tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaming
In my brain
I woke up in a squad car,
Busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell,
It looked like rain.

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

But now I've dangerous feelings
Under lock and chain
Kill my violent nature
With a smile
Though the demons danced
And sang their song
Within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts,
Lord were defiled

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

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