Saint Huck

Song	Saint Huck
Artist	Nick Cave
Album	From Her to Eternity

Lyrics

	作词 : Cave
	Born of the river,
	Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water
	Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city huck standing like a saint, upon its deck
	If ya wanna catch a saint,
	Then bait ya hook, let's take a walk...
	'o come to me!, o come to me!' is what the dirty city
	Say to huck... huck
	Woah-woah, woah woah!
	Woah-woah, woah woah!
	Saint huck! huck!
	Straight in the arms of the city goes huck,
	Down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity
	Whistling his favorite river-song...
	And a bad-blind nigger at the piano
	Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long
	Huck senses somthing's wrong!
	Sirens wail in the city,
	And lil-ulysses turn to putty
	And ol man river's got a bone to pick!
	And our boy's hardly got a bone to suck!
	He go, woah-woah, woah woah!
	Woah-woah, woah woah!
	Saint huck! huck!
	The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye
	Watches the city streets contract
	Twist and cripple and crack.
	Saint huck goes on a dog's-leg now
	Saint huck goes on a dog's-leg now
	You know the story!
	Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug
	Blowing smoke rings in some dive
	Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles
	Ya bull neck bristling...
	Still huck he ventures on whistling,
	And death reckons huckleberry's time is up,
	O woah woah woah!
	Saint huck!
	O woah woah woah!
	Saint huck! huck!
	Yonder go huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone
	Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton
	No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold'n'skinny dinners!
	Saint huck-a-saint elvis, saint huck-a-saint elvis
	O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long
	Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer
	Life is but a dream!
	But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river
	For the dirty ol' man latrine!
	The brothel shift
	The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle
	And all the sexy-cash
	And the randy-cars
	And the two dollar fucks
	O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck
	Woah-woah-woah-woah
	Saint huck! huck!
	This is the track of deception
	Leads to the heart of despair
	Huck whistles like he just don't care
	But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber
	Lead pellets sleeps in there
	Wake up!
	Now huck whistles and he kneels
	And he lays down there
	See ya huck, good luck
	A smoke ring hovers above his head
	And the rats and the dogs and the men all come
	And put a bullet through his eye
	And the drip and the drip and the drip of the mississippi cryin' and saint huck hears his own mississippi just rollin' by him woah-woah-woah-woah
	Woah-woah-woah-woah
	Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck!
	Woah-woah-woah-woah
	Woah-woah-woah-woah
	Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck!
	Woah-woah-woah-woah

Pinyin

	zuò cí : Cave
	Born of the river,
	Born of its everchanging, neverchanging murky water
	Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city huck standing like a saint, upon its deck
	If ya wanna catch a saint,
	Then bait ya hook, let' s take a walk...
	' o come to me!, o come to me!' is what the dirty city
	Say to huck... huck
	Woahwoah, woah woah!
	Woahwoah, woah woah!
	Saint huck! huck!
	Straight in the arms of the city goes huck,
	Down the beckonin' streets of oppotunity
	Whistling his favorite riversong...
	And a badblind nigger at the piano
	Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that singalong
	Huck senses somthing' s wrong!
	Sirens wail in the city,
	And lilulysses turn to putty
	And ol man river' s got a bone to pick!
	And our boy' s hardly got a bone to suck!
	He go, woahwoah, woah woah!
	Woahwoah, woah woah!
	Saint huck! huck!
	The moooon, its huge cycloptic eye
	Watches the city streets contract
	Twist and cripple and crack.
	Saint huck goes on a dog' sleg now
	Saint huck goes on a dog' sleg now
	You know the story!
	Ya wake up one morning and you find you' re a thug
	Blowing smoke rings in some dive
	Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles
	Ya bull neck bristling...
	Still huck he ventures on whistling,
	And death reckons huckleberry' s time is up,
	O woah woah woah!
	Saint huck!
	O woah woah woah!
	Saint huck! huck!
	Yonder go huck, minus pocketwatch an' wallet gone
	Skin shrinkwraps his skeleton
	No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold' n' skinny dinners!
	Saint huckasaint elvis, saint huckasaint elvis
	O you recall the song ya used to singalong
	Shifting the rivertrade on that ol' steamer
	Life is but a dream!
	But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river
	For the dirty ol' man latrine!
	The brothel shift
	The hustle' n' the bustle and the greenbacks rustle
	And all the sexycash
	And the randycars
	And the two dollar fucks
	O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck
	Woahwoahwoahwoah
	Saint huck! huck!
	This is the track of deception
	Leads to the heart of despair
	Huck whistles like he just don' t care
	But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber
	Lead pellets sleeps in there
	Wake up!
	Now huck whistles and he kneels
	And he lays down there
	See ya huck, good luck
	A smoke ring hovers above his head
	And the rats and the dogs and the men all come
	And put a bullet through his eye
	And the drip and the drip and the drip of the mississippi cryin' and saint huck hears his own mississippi just rollin' by him woahwoahwoahwoah
	Woahwoahwoahwoah
	Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck!
	Woahwoahwoahwoah
	Woahwoahwoahwoah
	Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck!
	Woahwoahwoahwoah