33rd of August

| _ _ _ |_ _ Today there's no salvation,        the band's packed up and gone        I'm 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 can't      understand         It's the thirty third of August And I'm finally touching down                  Eight days from Sunday finds me    Saturday bound           Lord I stumbled through the darkness,        tumbled to my knees        A thousand voices screaming    in my brain           I woke up in the jungle,    but the forest  and the trees   Offered me no shelter        from the rain           It's the thirty third of August And I'm finally touching down                  Eight days from Sunday finds me    Saturday bound           |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |   I put my dangerous feelings            under lock and chain       I killed my violent nature with a smile          Though the de-mons danced and sang their songs    within my fe-vered 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 |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |!