[00:05.00]Well today there's no salvation
[00:06.37]
[00:10.49]The band's packed up and gone
[00:12.08]
[00:15.09]Left me standin' with a penny in my hand
[00:18.49]
[00:23.09]There's a big crowd at the station
[00:24.75]
[00:28.02]Where a blind man sings his songs
[00:29.64]
[00:32.65]He can see what I can't understand
[00:36.02]
[00:40.70]It's the thirty-third of August
[00:43.63]
[00:45.36]And I'm finally touchin' down
[00:47.71]
[00:52.73]Eight days from Sunday  Lord
[00:55.44]
[00:56.98]I'm Saturday-bound
[00:58.51]
[01:02.58]Once I stumble through the darkness
[01:04.48]
[01:07.64]Tumble to my knees
[01:09.12]
[01:12.39]A thousand voices screamin' through my brain
[01:15.85]
[01:20.70]Woke up in the squad car
[01:22.33]
[01:24.39]Busted down for vagrancy
[01:25.79]
[01:28.93]And outside my cell  sure as hell
[01:32.41]
[01:34.25]It looked like rain
[01:35.84]
[01:39.40]It's the thirty-third of August
[01:42.14]
[01:44.13]I'm finally touchin' down
[01:46.09]
[01:51.23]Eight days from Sunday  Lord
[01:53.19]
[01:55.48]I'm Saturday-bound
[01:55.89]
[02:35.15]Now I put my angry feelin' under lock and chain
[02:41.45]
[02:44.28]I hide my violent nature with a smile
[02:48.24]
[02:51.98]Though the demons dance
[02:53.54]
[02:54.15]And sing their songs within my fevered brain
[02:58.64]
[03:01.13]Not all my God-like thoughts  Lord  are defiled
[03:05.15]
[03:09.22]It's the thirty-third of August
[03:12.04]
[03:13.70]And I'm finally touchin' down
[03:16.01]
[03:21.20]Eight days from Sunday  Lord
[03:23.58]
[03:25.42]I'm Saturday-bound
[03:25.79]
[04:05.16]It's the thirty-third of August
[04:07.96]
[04:09.71]I'm finally touchin' down
[04:12.61]
[04:16.27]Eight days from Sunday  Lord
[04:18.97]
[04:20.72]I'm Saturday-bound